The Shrine On the Second Floor

I was born in the heart of a city

In a room that I'll always adore

Though it's not much to see

It's like heaven to me

The shrine on the second floor

There's a beautiful grey-haired madonna

Who once taught me what life had in store

And I lift up mine eyes to that same tender skies

In the shrine on the second floor

Whenever my troubles seem too much to bear

I look for the answer and then

I look up and see that light shining there

And everything turns out right again

When I'm old and I find I'm getting lonely

I'll return to my heaven once more

I'll remember the face of that lady of grace

On the shrine on the second floor

When I'm old and I find I'm getting lonely

I'll return to my heaven once more

I'll remember the face of that lady of grace

On the shrine on the second floor