Old Man's Grace

I was wanking over cobbled streets, my legs began to tire
I was looking for a place to rest my bones
See a crowded room, an open door and smoke from open fire
There's an old man there sitting on his own
He turned to me, said: Take a seat and grab yourself a half
Is there something laying heavy on your chest?
With troubled eyes I nod my head and knocked my whiskey back
He took a breath and this is what he said

Oh, I don't know where we're going, but I know we'll find our way
There's a light that tries to get us even on our darkest days
May your cup be overflowing with a smile upon your face
Hope you cherish every moment, may your days be filled with grace