Joy Of Nothing
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
Autor(es): Foy Vance