A warm sunset, a cold daybreak
You smoke a Camel in the rain
The small talking, the big thinking
A slug of scotch will dull the pain

Won’t it make you feel like living?
Won’t it make you feel like living?
Won’t it make you love the day?

You’re hot headed, with burnt fingers
You’ll never hold him again
It’s loud music for brisk walking
You’re still smoking on a chain

It won’t make you feel like living
It won’t make you feel like living
It won’t make you love the day

After long hours, and cold showers
You wait for him in vain
There are two versions, more reasons
You’re feeling wretched all the same

It won’t make you feel like living
It won’t make you feel like living
It won’t make you love the day