The Choir

Oh, I can hear the choir

Come Sunday in my ears

Perfectly in harmony

And I forget I'm standing here

Shirley calls for me to join in

Next to Fabra's sweet tenor

But I don't see a place for me

And I'm too quiet to be heard

But I'm only in time

A sojourn

With no reasons why—

Just my melody

So I'll sing good too

So I'll sing good too

So I'll sing good too

So I'll sing good too...