through the eyes of grace

grace and john are in their morning places

he looks at the paper

she looks straight ahead

neither one is hungry

but they need to be fed

yesterday the kids came by to see them

celebrating 30 years of holding on

lift a loving cup

a cup of number one

look across the table john

look across the table to me

there's still a young girl in the old girls face

look across the table honey

so the day begins

through the eyes of grace

late at night

when she can hear him sleeping

reaching in the darkness for a dream or two

what she doesn't know is that he's dreaming too

something in the mirror will remind her

something 'bout the moonlight shining on the bed

women don't get older

just a deeper shade of red

tell me what to do johnny

tell me what to do with all this freedom

tell me what to do honey

tell me what to do 'bout all my dreaming

just to catch his eye when she's not looking

just to be surprised by such an old idea

just to see your life seen thought the eyes of grace

look across the table john

look across the table to me

there's still a young girl in the old girls face

more than just a memory

so the day begins

through the eyes of grace