She looked me in the eye and said you give me hope
I looked at her and said you’re pretty handy with a joke
All the while she worked her fingers through the grass
When she smiled a thousand pounds of heartache seemed to pass
Cause there’s still a spark in Molly’s eyes
Life is a miracle, full of sweet surprise
When you’re wishing at the well in Molly’s eyes
She looked at me and said you must be a little touched
I looked at her and said your kindnesses are just too much
All the while she worked her fingers through her hair
When she smiled I thought I saw an angel sitting there
Cause there’s still a gleam in Molly’s eyes
Life is a honey dew, grown twice its normal size
When you’re walking through the fields in Molly’s eyes
And she wonders if I’m crazy
And her voice is soft and lazy
And she reaches up, to stretch her fingers to the sky
And she’s so alive, and then so am I
People come and go and wish they’d never went
They’ll measure out their treasure by money got, money spent
All the while they’ll work their fingers to the bone
Standing in a crowd they’ll wonder why they’re all alone
But there’s still a dream in Molly’s eyes
Life is a melody, keen to harmonize
When you’re tripping through the maze
Floating in the gaze
And warming to the blaze in Molly’s eyes
Acoustic rhythm guitar and vocals: Steve Carlson
Acoustic rhythm guitar: Dan Sebranek
Violin: Kevin McMullin
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