Sunday Hymn for Monday

Alarm goes off at half past six
Bus is late and the coffee's thick
Boss is calling 'fore I'm through the door
Got a hundred things and then some more
But I still got Sunday in my bones
Grandmama humming on my phone
Every time the week gets cold
I sing the song she taught me long ago

Lift it up, lift it up

This is my Sunday hymn for Monday
Carry me through the grind
When the weight of the world is on me
I keep my head up high
This is my Sunday hymn for Monday
Sweet song in a heavy town
Every little thing gets lighter
When I don't put the music down

Lady on the train is crying low
Hand her a tissue, say I know
Little boy is tapping on the seat
I tap it back, we share a beat
We all carry something here
Different load, the same old fear
But a song can travel down the line
Hand to hand and heart to mine

Lift it up, lift it up

This is my Sunday hymn for Monday
Carry me through the grind
When the weight of the world is on me
I keep my head up high
This is my Sunday hymn for Monday
Sweet song in a heavy town
Every little thing gets lighter
When I don't put the music down

Can I get a witness
Yes
Can I get a little light
Yes
Monday's just another morning
And I'm gonna be alright

This is my Sunday hymn for Monday
Carry me through the grind
When the weight of the world is on me
I keep my head up high
This is my Sunday hymn for Monday
Sweet song in a heavy town
Every little thing gets lighter
When I don't put the music down

Monday, I'm alright