With You from Junk Drawer by Steve Wood

So you think you gotta feel bad again
Once I saw a guy at the Vatican
He grew about a foot of hair
After he was buried there
Now I’m sure he heard, when someone said
“Rest In Peace you’ve joined the dead”
But the message never made it to the top of his happy head

Morning brings the paper, I read it, maybe overnight
Someone changed the world
But everyday’s the same
People think theirs answers, are better than anybody else’s
Although, we’ll never really know
They’ll always disagree
It doesn’t bother me because I get to be with you

I come home every evening, another day when I know the sun
Must have crossed the sky
But it didn’t shine on me
I’m too busy working, chasing a dream that keeps holding on
Although I woke up long ago
My lunch is still not free, it doesn’t bother me
Because I get to be with you

Blue stained tears, once knocked at my door
But not anymore since you’ve been here with me

We’re gone eventually, but it won’t bother me
Because I got to be with you

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