Sing a Glad Song - Kevin Morby

Aw, Lucy came to fill whatever hole was in my soul

Turned on a velvet station and out came rock 'n' roll

Then a river came down, oh, straight out of a cloud

Told me to sing about my soul

And I like where I am living

There are many pretty people

And we get to sit around

All the chairs inside the steeple

And contemplate the air

And the prayers they throw up there

And watch some come back down

While others make it out

And when you get to feeling so bad

Sing a glad song

And when you get to feeling so sad

Sing a glad song

And perhaps we’ll meet again, my friend

Above the weather

Oh, you and me

Us together

Oh, Jacob came to ease

Whatever pain was in my knees

Said, «There's poetry in your soul

Wrap it up and let it go»

And our shoes were always broken

There never was enough token

Each coffin is a top, man

Each circle is a bottom

And when you get to feeling so bad

Honey, just like dirt

Take a glad, glad, glad, glad song

And put it right where it hurts

And perhaps we’ll meet again, my friend

Above the weather

Oh, and these coughs

Oh, in our chest

Will have gotten better

And perhaps we’ll meet again, my friend

Above the weather

Oh, you and me

Us together