Somehow she knows, I love her so
Lord, I guess I owe you one
Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine
Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine

Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine
Thank God for small favors
And she don't mind those Friday nights
Thank God love is blind
And thank God love is blind
Second chances and the healing hands of time

When she has to drive 'cause I'm unstable
I'm not sure what she sees in me
Second chances and the healing hands of time
She thinks I hung the moon and the sun

But with me she has to look closer

Thank God for small favors
She only sees the good in me

Though I don't always show her
Second chances and the healing hands of time
And thank God love is blind
Thank God for small favors
She goes to church while I oversleep