[Verse 1] Brake lights flash at a quarter to eight Shoes on the porch, mom is running late Hands over a bag in a plastic cup Leaves the engine idle in and hurries up Little Grace has a cough and a red, warm nose Swaddled up tight in her heavy clothes [Verse 2] Grandma takes her in her loving arms Ready to rock her through the false alarms Grandpa leans in, pats the baby's head "Hope you feel better, sweet pea," he said Then he backs away to his easy chair Leaves the heavy liftin' to the expert there [Verse 3] He picks up his mug and takes a sip With a helpful smile upon his lips Says, "I'll be watching the news, let me know what the morning brings Holler at me, honey, if you need anything" [Verse 4] But Gracie wasn't having the sway and the hum She was squirmin' around, rubbin' her thumb Started up a whale that could rattle the floor Pointed her little hand at the living room door Didn't want the bottle, didn't want the song Wanted the man who had been quiet all along [Verse 5] Grandpa sets down his coffee cup Walks on over and he scoops her up She rests her hot cheek against his chest Closes her eyes and decides to rest Turns out today he's got the magic touch Didn't have to bounce or talk too much [Outro] Grandma just smiles and walks on by With a little bit of mischief in her eye She pats his head, leaves him in the chair holding Says, "Holler at me, honey, I'll be right there.
