Up Up Up Up Up Up

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 peopleUp, up, up, up, up, up points the
Fingers of the trees
The lumberjacks with their bloody axes
Are on their kneesAnd just when you think that you've got enough
Enough grows
And everywhere that you go in life
Enough knowsUp, up, up, up, up, up dances
The steam from the sewer
As she rounds the corner
The brutal wind blows right through herUp, up, up, up, up, up raises
The stakes of the game
Each day sinks its bootprints into her clay
And she's not the sameAnd just when you think that you've got enough
Enough grows
And everywhere that you go in life
Enough knowsHalf of learning how to play
Is learning what not to play
And she's learning the spaces she leaves
Have their own things to sayThen 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 proveShe crawls out on a limb
And begins to build her home
And it's enough just to look around
To know she's not aloneUp, 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