Pushin' A Broom

I'm just sitting here, stopping the walls from falling down
And the only hands I'm feeling, yeah, are the clocks go ticking 'round
And I'll scrub the church walls again tomorrow
And I'll go back, and I'll do it again
I never knew I'd be so bad
And I guess I hoped that I had

Just pushing a broom, a broom, a broom
Just pushing a broom and a broom, oh, pushing a broom
Just pushing a broom, a broom, a broom
Just pushing a broom and a broom, oh

Now I've been attacked every day, looking to talk to God
And I know people said he heard them
Cry, but I haven't found their Lord
And I know all rain lies in his bed of waste
Plagued soon, out within the mystic poet
And I'd like to speak to them, oh
I just haven't yet, no, no, oh
I just haven't yet, no, no

Just pushing a broom, a broom, a broom
Just pushing a broom and a broom, oh, pushing a broom
Just pushing a broom, a broom, a broom
Just pushing a broom and a broom, yeah, pushing a broom

Ooh, just pushing a broom, pushing a broom, yeah yeah
Just pushing a broom, pushing a broom, come on
I'm just pushing a broom, pushing a broom
Just pushing a broom, oh
Just pushing a broom, just pushing a
Broom and a broom, oh, pushing a broom
Just pushing a broom and a broom, oh, pushing a broom
Just pushing a broom and a broom