Joy Drops Keep Falling On My Head

Lyrics

[Intro]


[Verse 1]
Joy drops keep falling on my head.
And just like that man, you know the one, whose feet are too big for his bed,
nothing ever seemed to fit.
But these drops... they don't mind.
They're not cold, they're not water.
They're warm, like the hood of a car left in the sun.

They land like tiny flecks of paint,
drifting from a spray gun in a Dearborn booth, somewhere around 1968.
One after another.

[Chorus]
And these joy drops keep falling on my head.
Just like a Fordite shimmer,
the colors run right through my hair.
A little shock of seafoam green, a sudden flash of poppy red.
Curing in the sunlight,
baking something beautiful there.
I'm not complaining.

[Verse 2]
So I did a little talking to the blues,
the ones they always send to meet me.
Told them I didn't like the way they got things done,
hanging 'round my door.

But the drops just kept on coming down, so bright and new.
Washing all the grey right off this town,
layer over layer, a different hue.
I don't notice the blues anymore.

[Chorus]
'Cause these joy drops keep falling on my head.
Just like a Fordite shimmer,
the colors run right through my hair.
A little shock of sky blue, a sudden flash of poppy red.
Curing in the sunlight,
baking something beautiful there.
No, I'm not complaining.

[Bridge]

It won't be long 'til happiness
steps up to greet me.
Baked right into my skin, a thousand layers deep.
Time on a conveyor skid.
Because I'm free.
And nothing's worrying me...


[Outro]

Joy drops keep falling...
Right on my head...
They keep falling...
Yeah... a new coat of paint...
A lovely kind of heat from an oven I'll never see...
Just falling...