Better Days

Silver gray hair neatly combed in place
There were four generations of love on her face
She was so wise, no surprise passed her eyes
She's seen it all
I was a child, oh about three or four
All day I'd ask questions at night I'd ask more
But whenever she never would ever turn me away
Oh, no, no

I'd say, "How can I be sure what is right or wrong?
And why does what I want always take so long?
Please tell me where does God live
And why won't He talk to me?
I'd say "Grandma what is love, will I ever find out?
Why are we so poor, what is life about?"
I wanna know the answers before I fall off to sleep, oh...

She saw the smile as she tucked me in
Then she pulled out that old rocking chair once again
But tonight she was slightly, remarkably different somehow
Slowly she rocked looking half asleep
Grandma yawned as she's stretched
Then she's started to speak
What she told me would mold me and hold me together inside!
Yeah...

She said, "All the things you ask you will know someday
But you have got to live in a patient way
God pull us here by fate and by fate that means better days"
Now she said "Child, we are all moons in the dark of night
Ain't no mornings gonna come till the time is right
Can't get to better days 'cause you make it through the night
You gotta make it through the night, oh, yes you do"

You can't get to no better days
Unless you make it through the night
Oh, you will see those better days
But you gotta be patient, be patient,
Oh, baby, be patient

Later that year at the turn of spring
Heaven sent angels down and gave Grandma her wings
Now, she's flying and sliding and gliding
In better days!

And although I'm all grown up, I still get confused
I stumble through the dark getting bumped and bruised
When night gets in my way, I could still hear my Grandma say
I... I... I can hear her say

You can't get to no, no better days
Unless you make it through the night
Oh, you will see those better days
But you gotta be patient, do you hear me now?
Well, well, well, well, well!
You can't get to no, no better days
Unless you make it, you got to make it
You got to make it, you got to make it through the night, child
Oh, Grandma, oh! Come on, do you see me now, lady?
Oh...
She used to sit me on her knee, she used to comb my hair
She used to tell me stories, took me everywhere