joy of nothing

Foy Vance

Waking up with the pouring rain
Same old sun and the sky again
Collared doves and fighter planes
Sharing the sky like it's nothing strange

Foliage silhouette on an evening sky
A morning greeting, a baby's cry
And the singing of late night lullabies

Oh 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
Gainsbourg, ginsberg, socrates
All mean naught and 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