Came out of the gig
Scooped some snow off a car
Rubbed it into my face
Isn't it great to be alive?
Isn't it great to be alive?
Eleven o'clock, a woman came out
Told you to get off
John steele stepped to the front
Kissed her full on the mouth
And martin said
"Isn't it great to be alive?"
Isn't is great to be alive?
Hollow and sad
Drifting like ghosts through the crowds
How can we come to terms
With ordinary life again now
Now that we've tasted something more?
And if I can't be with you
This is the best my body can do
Lying in a haze of you
It's the closest thing to being with you
Showaddywaddy at the royal hall
I had a crush on you
Waiting with you by the phones
So you could ring your man
Sometimes it's not that great to be alive
Meeting you in Carmello to discuss my musical
Drinking Skol at the fair
Yes, you were there
You were the first song that I ever wrote
Isn't it great to be alive?
Isn't is great to be alive?
We hardly said a word on the way home
When you feel like this, you might as well be alone
Tonight I don't want a train or a bus
I need to walk across this town
Feel the rain on my face
Sort these feelings out
'Cause if I can't be with you
I don't know what I'm going to do
Except fill myself with thoughts of you
It's the closest thing to being with you
Standing in the drizzle
Skimming stones across the sea
Salt water ruined my shoes
And you laughed at me...