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 privelege I-I wanna thank you for the pain I'll be handin' you the ashes I wanna 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 goin' hot, the next day goin' 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 leather And there's no one on the floor 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 goin' hot, the next day goin' 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.