I can hear the neighbors

they're arguin' again

And there hasn't been peace on our street

since who knows when

I don't mean to listen in

but the shoutin' is so loud

I turn up the radio to drown it out

and silently I say a little prayer



But for the grace of god, go I

I must of been born a lucky guy

Heaven only knows how I've been blessed

with the gift of your love

and I look around and all I see

is your happiness embracing me

Oh, lord I'd be lost

but for the grace of god



I can see that old man

he's walkin' past our door

And I've been told that he's rich

but he seems so poor

'cause no one comes to call on him

and his phone it never riings

He wanders through his empty home

surrounded bby his things

and silently I say a little prayer, yes I do



repeat chorus

whoa,hmm,

and I look around and all I see

is your happiness embracin' me

oh, lord I'd be lost

but for the grace of god, yeah

I'd be lost but for the grace of god, yeah

ooh,woh