I sat on the edge of my grandmother's bed and I combed her hair
While the mother of Jesus looked on from a five-and-dime frame
The three of us waited, the light outside faded, the moon came up
While Grandmother dreamed up her wings to rise above
She said...

Love isn't having the things that we want
It's wanting the things we have
Life is deciding whether we cry or laugh
Oh, remember you're part of the moon and the stars
A part of those you love, oh, hold on to these things
They're your wings to rise above

A doctor in Texas wakes up again scared and he don't know why
His life is a tangle of suture, money, and blood
He says, "I touch without feeling, I fix without healing, I do not cry
I can't find the will or the way to rise above

Love isn't having the things that we want
It's wanting the things we have
Life is deciding whether we cry or laugh
Oh, remember you're part of the moon and the stars
A part of those you love, oh, hold on to these things
They're your wings to rise above