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 people Up, up, up, up, up, up points the Fingers of the trees The lumberjacks with their bloody axes Are on their knees And just when you think that you've got enough Enough grows And everywhere that you go in life Enough knows Up, up, up, up, up, up dances The steam from the sewer As she rounds the corner The brutal wind blows right through her Up, up, up, up, up, up raises The stakes of the game Each day sinks its bootprints into her clay And she's not the same And just when you think that you've got enough Enough grows And everywhere that you go in life Enough knows 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 --- Up Up Up Up Up Up - Ani DiFranco