Up Up Up

Half of learning how to play Is learning what not to play And she's learning the spaces she leaves Have their own things to say

Then she's trying to sing just enough So that the air around her moves And make music like mercy That gives what it is and has nothing to prove

She crawls out on a limb And begins to build her home And it's enough just to look around To know she's not alone

Up, up, up, up, up, up points The spire of the steeple But God's work isn't done by God It's done by people