The Getting By II

LETRA

The Getting By II

When I get up, she swears that she don't hear it
Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse
I comb my hair and throw some water on my face
And back out of the stillness of our house
Lately, my patience is in short supply

Nothing good seems to ever come from all this work,
no matter how hard I try
You know I believe in the Son, I ain't no backslider,
but my people were told they'd prosper in this land

Still, I know some who've never seen the ocean
or set one foot on a velvet bed of sand
But they've got their treasure laying way up high,
where there might be many mansion, but when I look up,
all I see is sky
Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you

It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up
in the morning and put another day in, son

That holds you till the getting's good
Green ribbon front doors, dishwater days,
this whole town is tied to the torso of God's mysterious ways

Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you
It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could

But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up
in the morning and put another day in,
son that keeps you standing where you should
So put another day in, son,
and hold on till the getting's good