Joy Of Nothing

Waking up with the pouring rain

Same old sun and the sky again

Calling the doves and fighter planes

Sharing the sky like it's nothing strange

Falling silhouette on an evening sky

A morning greeting of baby's cry

And the same late night lullabies

The joy of nothing is a sweeter something

And I will hold it in my heart

I will hold it in my heart

Ulysses and eulogies

Gainsborough, Gainsbourg, Socrates

All mean no light, everything

Oh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter something

And I will hold it in my heart

I will hold it in my heart

Oh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter something

And I will hold it in my heart

Yes, I will hold it in my heart

Oh, the joy of nothing

Is a sweeter something

I will hold it in my heart

I will hold it in my heart