One Friday in a pub
Sat at the bar with a drink, an old wise man
He said he only had a few days left
So grab life, grab everything and go with it
Like it's your last day
Like there's no tomorrow Exists
As if it's never really finished
He told me he'd worked himself to the bone
But never really lived
His wife had left him
Traded in for someone else
But cried far too much
Like it's your last day
Like there's no tomorrow Exists
As if it's never really finished
Like it's your last day
Like there's no tomorrow Exists
As if it's never really finished
Like it's your last day
Like there's no tomorrow Exists
As if it's never really finished
Like it's your last day
Like there's no tomorrow Exists
As if it's never really finished