The Getting By V

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
No matter how hard I try

Maybe it's the getting by
Maybe it's the getting by
It'd swallow up your every step boy, if it could
Maybe it's the stuff it takes
To get up when the morning breaks
That holds you 'til the getting's good

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

You know I believe in the Son
I ain't no backslider
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

They've got their treasure laying way up high
But when I look up all I see is sky

Maybe it's the getting by
Maybe it's the getting by
It'd swallow up your every step boy, if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes
To get up when the morning breaks
That holds you 'til the getting's good

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na