All In a Day's Work

In a room of crooked faces

You never wanted to replace this

In your memory

Now the thing that comes to your mind

Is an awful word to describe

A sense of peaceIt won't get better on it's own

And it'll follow you along

All in a day's work

The day you went out on your own

Is the day you should have known

That it's all in a day's work

All in a day's workIn a room of crooked faces

You never wanted to replace this

In your memory

Now the thing that comes to your mind

Is an awful word to describe

A sense of peaceBut I've given you a heart

That I never will discard

All in a day's work when you feel My scar

It'll bring you next to Me

When I was hanging from a tree

All in a day's work

All in a day's work