Lyrics

If only I could ring you up
I’d love to find a local pub
Maybe by the Admiral Fell
We’d have a pint or two and then some
Mussels and some conversation
Break some bread and share a lifetime

I’d want to talk of ways we’ve grown
And laugh about late-night Fallon
You’d tell me how your boy and girl have been, I’d want to know
I’d ask you how you earned your laugh lines
Had a woman’s love lifted you high?
I’d ask if you’d found home

And we’d drink a toast to grace all around
It’s on the house
And we’d drink a toast to grace all around
It’s on the house

I’d ask you to forgive me, how despite this Jesus thing
When better got worse and richer got poorer
I helped you find the door
I’d tell you how this girl’s grown up some
Life is blessed, it has its stuff but, mostly charmed,
It’s crazy I know

And we'd drink a toast to grace all around
It's on the house

We’d laugh some more ‘cause we’d been good at that
“Where’s our food? What – are they cookin’ it?”
And grieve the loss, this Greek tragedy

But the truth is I can’t ring you up
But I’ve got social media
Your boy’s got your eyes, his mom’s moved on it would seem
That she’s carrying on in this world you chose to leave

I’ve heard it was dreamed and I’ve reason to hope that
We’ll meet again beyond the rainbow
And share a Hebrew perhaps, if He’ll pardon the joke

And we’ll drink a toast to grace all around
It’s on the house