Spearmint Isn't It Great To Be Alive Lyrics

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
Cos 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...