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...