A Funny Kind of Grace
Verse 1
There’s a Bel A. at the corner store, seafoam green and rust
The fins are throwing sunlight up in clouds of summer dust
And for a half a second there, my hand reaches for the dial
To find some grainy doo-wop station, try to make you smile
I see you tapping on the dashboard, drumming out the beat
As we go cruising through the town on sun-dazzled streets
Headlights burning in the twilight, another show is done
You were always in your element, beneath the setting sun
Chorus
And oh, the way you’d laugh
A sound that cut right through the noise
You were Sunday sermons, you were hot rod boys
You were mercy under pressure, a steady, certain aim
You were a funny kind of grace
I’ll never speak its name the same
Verse 2
I pulled your Bible from the nightstand, the cover soft with wear
The pages fell right open to a verse you’d underlined there
I remember you on Saturdays, heading for the county jail
With your stories of redemption and a hope that wouldn't fail
You'd walk through iron gates and find the human in the room
Find a way to make folks laugh and chase away the gloom
You never shouted down a soul, just held a steady hand
And talked of God like he was someone you could understand
Chorus
And oh, the way you’d laugh
A sound that cut right through the noise
You were Sunday sermons, you were hot rod boys
You were mercy under pressure, a steady, certain aim
You were a funny kind of grace
I’ll never speak its name the same
Bridge
Last night I dreamt we took the RV and just started driving west
Didn’t stop until the road ran out, to give our hearts a rest
We parked it on a sandy cliff and watched the water gleam
And I knew it was a memory living in a dream
But I could feel the salt-laced air, could hear the ocean’s call
And I just wanted one more drive with you, Rod, that was all
One more sunset, one more chapter, one more tank of gas to burn
Just one more quiet lesson I was ready now to learn
Final Chorus
And oh, I hear you laugh
A sound that cuts right through the quiet
You are Sunday sermons, you are hot rod riot
You are mercy under pressure, a love that staked its claim
You are a funny kind of grace
And I will always speak your name
Yeah, you’re a funny kind of grace
So I will always speak your name