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