Summer Of '81
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 privilege
I-I wanna thank you for the pain
I'll be handin' you the ashes
With a 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 growin' hot, the next day growin' 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 a letter
And there's no one on the phone
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 growin' hot, the next day growin' 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