you find someone to give you What I couldn't give Though I just can't imagine What that something is I hope you wake up every day With roses at your door
When we talk it's right When we kiss you know that it's tight We're so close but still, we keep missing that something that's real It's the thought of
Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands Played the tambourine so well Grandma's hands Used to issue out a warning She'd say "Gladys
