Gonna write you a letter

Gonna mail it today-ay

So you won't escape from

These things I wanna say



I wanna thank you for the privelege

I-I wanna thank you for the pain

I'll be handin' you the ashes

I wanna thank you for-or the game



We stood on the balcony

And we watched it toge-ether

We were modern men and women

Who changed like the wea-eather



We were one day goin' hot, the next day goin' cold

One day growin' restless, the next day growin' old



Waiting for the countdown, in the summer of '81

Sign up or go underground, in the summer of '81



There's no time for leather

And there's no one on the floor

So I'll pretend that we're together

I don't want to go alone, no-no-no-no



We stood on the balcony

And we watched it toge-ether

We were modern men and women

Who changed like the wea-eather



We were one day goin' hot, the next day goin' cold

One day growin' restless, the next day growin' old



Waiting for the countdown, in the summer of '81

Sign up or go underground, in the summer of '81

We were waiting for the countdown, in the summer of '81

Sign up or go underground, in the summer of '81

Well we were waiting for the countdown in the summer of '81

Waiting for the countdown in the summer of '81

Waiting for the countdown in the summer of '81

Waiting for the countdown, in the summer of '81