The Getting By III

[Verse 1] 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, throw some water on my face And back out of the stillness of our house [Verse 2] Lately my patience is in short supply Nothing seems to come from all this work No matter how hard I try [Verse 3] 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 [Pre-Chorus] They've got the treasure laying way up high There just might be a million mansions But when I look up All I see is sky [Chorus] Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you Swallows 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 [Bridge/Pre-Chorus] Green ribbon front doors Dishwater days This whole town is tied to the torso Of God's mysterious ways [Chorus] Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you It'd swallow up your every step Boy, if it could 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 But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up in the morning And put another day in, son And hold you till the getting's good