Bob Gaulke To Joy Lyrics

Like a baby at the breast
A child with a toy
Something pulls us up
From sadness to joy

Your lover left for a scholar
Who just lost his job
The sun setting
On the city trumps it all

A planet moans in ecstasy and pain
-space is unconcerned

Unlearning our lives
Simplicity returns

Lenny Bruce in an ambulance
Macking on the nurse
Pavlova on her deathbed
Demanding the swanå costume

Neither torn nor melted
With ambitions or regrets
Just moving forward
With tiny little steps

Something else to think about
One more thing to learn

Exhibitions inspire
Ideas burn