I'll wake you up in the morning,
When I'm coming home from last night
I hope it won't be a problem
I'm hoping that's not a problem
Cause I've been working this job all night
Cleaning floors until sunrise
Imagining what life looks like
From the messes I find next night
St. Jude martyr of all the floors
Forever, forever and more
Is there some kind of divine light
That shines in the cleaning pine
St Jude martyr of all the floors
With a mop and a crown of thorns
A sacrifice in the night
Never seen by those who live in daylight
St Jude of the floors...
Have you ever been to country?
I heard the summers there get pretty.
I overhear them in the city
But I hardly think past next week
There's something in a thing like duty
They say it brings about humility
Or it might be in the water
There's probably something in the water
St. Jude martyr of all the floors
Forever, forever and more
Is there some kind of divine light
That shines in the cleaning pine
St Jude martyr of all the floors
With a mop and a crown of thorns
A sacrifice in the night
Never seen by those who live in daylight
St Jude of the floors...
So wake me up in the evening
When sunlight stretches cross the ceiling
The only sound is our breathing
As you lay your head beside me
In the twilight I'll be leaving
But for now we are still dreaming
In the stillness we are dreaming
Of a place that needs no cleaning