She makes her way to the factory She's living this side of the rainbow Oh, broken hearts giving up on "happy ever after" She seldom cries She's gotten used to steel-grey skies Out to the train, thru the turnstile Down to the city he goes Oh lovely view, but he just sees a job to do They all get by And Grandma's there when baby cries No happy ever afters They're working the holidays They've lost their love and laughter Locking their hearts away Evening--and she sets the tableware He is delayed at the depot
Late home again, she asks him how his day has been He says, "The same. The paper says it looks like rain." Over black coffee and cigarettes They try counting blessings and old debts So much for dreams--they just come true on TV screens Oh they'll get by And Grandma's there when baby cries Baby sleeps and (baby) sails up over the moon Jesus in a castle meets her Feeds her with a golden spoon Baby wakes, and in her eyes Shines light from the soul The kind that mommy used to carry So long ago