He lives above the First Baptist Church downtown
In one small furnished room with a cat named Job
And Job stares out the window at the people on the ground
His chin restin' on the sill, his tail curlin' slow
And the old man, well, he's just talking
As if Job could understand
And who knows, maybe
Just maybe he can
Oh Job, well, I been thinkin' what it's all about
Job, well, I been thinkin' I might have figured somethin' out
Sometimes the best that you can do's a stupid smile holdin' up your face
And it takes everything inside of you to muddle through with some small shred of grace
Job, it all comes down to some small shred of grace
And Magdalena's walkin' down the street to work
The old man figures must be half-past five
As the seamstress beams a smile at him he always smiles back
And says, "Job, who needs more reason to be alive?"
And when the old man reaches out to pet him
You know Job don't ever mind
After all, the old fool's been a good friend
A stroke of luck for a backstreet stray to find
Oh Job, well, I been thinkin' what it's all about
Job, well, I been thinkin' I might have figured somethin' out
Sometimes the best that you can do's a stupid smile holdin' up your face
When you get that funny old familiar fear, afraid you'll disappear without a trace
Job, I do believe everybody leaves a trace
Even if it's just a smile on a stranger's face
