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, throw some water on my face 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 gettin' by Maybe it's the gettin' 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, 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 gettin' by Maybe it's the gettin' 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 And hold 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-na, na-na