Praise Song - Joie De Vivre

Same old ground, just a few steps behind from where I used to be

Glad to see the future didn’t fail you like it failed me

Old friends tell the same old stories

At Ends, we shake the same old hands

Waking up early on Saturdays alone

Taking this all on together

Doesn’t make me want to stay

Straight faced in line with mourning

Another break from long ago

Sleeping in on Sundays shouldn’t make me want to go back home

Cover you in your former glory

Hiding in your new year

Your pictures won’t be growing any brighter

Waking up early on Saturdays alone

Sleeping in on Sundays shouldn’t make you want to go back home