She goes to church while I oversleep
When she has to drive 'cause I'm unstable
She only sees the good in me
Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine
Thank God for small favors
Somehow she knows, I love her so
And thank God love is blind
Thank God for small favors
Second chances and the healing hands of time
I'm not sure what she sees in me
But with me she has to look closer
Second chances and the healing hands of time
Lord, I guess I owe you one
Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine
Thank God for small favors
She thinks I hung the moon and the sun
And she don't mind those Friday nights
Though I don't always show her
Second chances and the healing hands of time
Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine
Thank God love is blind
