I can hear the neighbors, theyíre arguing again.
And there hasnít been peace on our street since who knows when
I donít mean to listen in but the shouting is so loud.
I turn up the radio to drown it out.
Silently I say a little prayer.
But for the grace of I though I,
I must have been born a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how Iíve been blessed, with the gift of your love
I look around and all I see is your happiness embracing me.
Oh God Iíd be lost, but for the grace of God.
I can see that old man; heís walking past our door.
Iíve been told that heís rich, but he seems so poor.
Cause no one comes to call on him and his phone, it never rings.
He wanders through his empty home, surrounded by his things.
Silently I say a little prayer, yes I do.