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.
No happy ever afters, (they'll get by)
They're working the holidays, (getting used to steel-grey skies)
They've lost their love and laughter, (they'll get by)
Locking their hearts away.
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.
