There are days I could lay my head on the shoulder of my neighbor
On the number one bus to Harvard
There are days, there are days
I’m so goddamned tired I could fall into the arms of the nearest pretty stranger there are days
There are days
There are days and days when my feet are running late
Through my tears I heard your voice
You have years and years and more will be revealed
In this year, oh in the year
I have seen the face of the morning in its grace, in the fullness of its grace
In this year, oh in this year
I have found the faith resting in the shining center of my spirit of my solar plexus here
For I have years, I have years
I have years and years and more will be revealed, and more will be revealed
On this day that the Lord has made
I am lifted up by the brass band and the choir
By the morning and its fire burning clear
For I have years
I have years and years and more will be revealed
I have years, I have years
I have years and years and more will be revealed, and more will be revealed
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