All That Hammering

I used to think joy, was the break between sorrow, Like peace was the break between wars, I'm still partly new now, but mostly older, And I can not say I'm so sure. CHORUS I never trusted happiness, as far as I could throw it, Always preparing for the worst, 'cause I would know it, All of that hammering in the dark, like a new Noah working on his ark, On his ark. I may look back at today and feel foolish, My old view was right all along, I will rush in, where no angels are walking, And fight for the right to be wrong.