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 thirty years
of holding on.
Lift a loving cup for couple
num ber one.
Look across the table, Johnny,
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 about the moonlight
shining on the bed
Women don't get older,
just a deeper shade of red.
Look across the table, Johnny,
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 be gins
through the eyes of grace
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
What do with all my dreamin'?
Just to catch his eye
when she's not looking?
Just to be surprised
by such an old embrace?
Just to feel your life seen
through the eyes of grace?
Look across the table, Johnny,
look across the table to me
There's still a young girl
in the old girl's face
It's more than just a memory
So the day begins
through the eyes of grace.