Job to Do - American Music Club

I cross the street to avoid her

No I can’t live with her eyes

Would it stain my hands to touch her?

Would her smile take me

The way gravity takes the skies?

Maybe some were born to run

Maybe some were born to smile on you

Everyone has a job to do

Everyone has a job to do

I see her every day

She has a silver lining that I can’t break

She’s like something I threw away

A voice in a dream that says

«Oh love come awake.»

Some want to show you where the light is

Some want to stare at the view

Everyone has a job to do

Everyone has a job to do

I know God is on my side

He’s a prisoner that stares

That stares out of my eyes

And the prisoners, it don’t care, he don’t care

Some need walls to be happy, and

Some need to make the horizon bloom

Everyone has a job to do

Everyone has a job to do

Everyone has a job to do

Everyone has a job to do