I'll wake you up in the morning
When I'm coming home from last night
I know it won't be the last time
That I won't see the sunrise
'Cause I've been workin' this job all night
Cleaning floors until the sunrise
Imagining what life looks like
From the messes I get 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
I'll be 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 don't ever think past next week
They say there's something in the 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
I'll be 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
In the stillness, we are dreaming
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
I'll be a sacrifice in the night
Never seen by those who live in daylight
St. Jude of the floors
Forever, forever and more
St. Jude, St. Jude of the floors
Forever, forever and more