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 girl's 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 dreamin' 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 girl's face More than just a memory So the day begins, through the eyes of Grace