Where is the joy?

I'm tired
Of the same old story
I'm too tired
Of seeing the same old story
I can predict what happens next,
In a life I have lived best
I'm just too tired

When will everything  change?
Where is the joy?
I wish I could play coy
But in the midst of all
I find no joy
Give me my foy
I'm going on a journey
Farewell,old  life
I'm simply too  tired

Where is the joy?
I ask myself plainly
I'm used to the old ways
I crave for the new
I have sat on the same pew
Without turning or moving
I'm too tired
Of doing the same old things
And expecting change
There is no joy