All That Hammering

I used to think joy, was the break between sorrow,

Like peace was the break between wars,

I'm still partly new now, but mostly older,

And I can not say I'm so sure.

I never trusted happiness, as far as I could throw it,

Always preparing for the worst, 'cause I would know it,

All of that hammering in the dark, like a new Noah working on his ark,

On his ark.

I may look back at today and feel foolish,

My old view was right all along,

I will rush in, where no angels are walking,

And fight for the right to be wrong.

'Cause I never trusted happiness, as far as I could throw it,

Always preparing for the worst, 'cause I would know it,

of that hammering in the dark, like a new Noah working on his ark,

On his ark.

Between my potential and the deep blue sea,

There's a rock and a diamond either side of me,

Between our potential and the break of day,

There is nothing at all in our way,

Nothing in our way.