That nothing's really gone We bring the past along And love goes on There ain't nothin' so broken Love can't heal, I feel Every day I grow older Time reveals, reveals How do I fill this emptiness? This heaviness I bear

The man I love Maybe I shall meet him Sunday Maybe Monday, maybe not Still I'm sure to meet him one day Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day He'll build a little home From which I'll never roam Who would, would you And so all else above

I'm above average I got so much beef, I could barely sleep Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day If you still frontin' when I up it, I'mma squeeze Bad company's bad for your company People think you're

Is there life beyond the grave? And will I make the same mistakes, day after day? There must be a better way I know that one of these days I'll finally see you face to face at the golden gates Will you take me or will I fade into the grave? Forgive me

Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah And crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with Restless Heart All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday Only thing

Nobody's gonna say I didn't give it all (ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) I could bet it all on me 'Nother reason why I work like a motherfucker If tomorrow doesn't come, I got my guns loaded For the fight, I'll take an eye out, take it high If my days are almost

It got blood on the money and I still count it They got blood on the money and I still count it I can't help the way I'm raised up That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up We've been at the laundromat all day We've been washin' money

It's not right So here's your holiday Hope you enjoy it this time You gave it all away It was mine So when you're dead and gone Will you remember this night Twenty years now lost It makes no sense at all

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful

I’ll fly beyond the sun Before too long I’ll say goodbye to my burdens Someday, somehow I wonder what it's like to live on cloud nine Where everything's fine all of the time I wonder how it feels to be unafraid Day after day after it rains I wonder what