Unto the Final Hour

Woke up this morning
What can I say?
It's not starting out
My very best day
Already stubbed my toe
And just hit my head
And I haven't even gotten
All the way outta bed!

But Yah, 
When it's cold and dark
And I'm all out of power
I'm gonna praise you
Unto the final hour

Now, I've made it to the shower
To find it's ice cold
These young fit bones
Seeming kind of old
And I'm not feeling so hot
First flu of the year
And the boss says,
"Really need you here!"

But oh Yah, 
When I can hardly crawl
And I'm all out of power
I'm gonna praise you
To the final hour

It's raining outside
Got soaking wet hair
As long as you're with me,
That is all I care
So my socks are damp
Shoes squish when I walk
Boy I'm a real mess today
Some people gonna talk

But,
When I'm cold and wet
And in my darkest hour
Yah, I'll be praising you 
Unto the final last hour
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