Praise Song

Same old ground, just a few steps behind from where I used to be
Glad to see the future didn't fail you like it failed me
Old friends tell the same old stories
At Ends, we shake the same old hands
Waking up early on Saturdays alone
Taking this all on together
Doesn't make me want to stay
Straight faced in line with mourning
Another break from long ago
Sleeping in on Sundays shouldn't make me want to go back home
Cover you in your former glory
Hiding in your new year
Your pictures won't be growing any brighter
Waking up early on Saturdays alone
Sleeping in on Sundays shouldn't make you want to go back home