Lyrics

There's a smile on the subway As the punk gives up his seat The piano tuner stops her work To play something sad and sweet And a bag of rice falls from the sky so today the child will eat The fighter pushes off the matt and struggles to his feet But will I become a bitter man A bitter man with bitter ways Or will your love make me a bitter man Shine a brighter light On these gray days A boy is bathed in shrapnel in the forgotten western wing But somewhere behind his blackened eyes He can hear his mama sing Yo quiero mi pequeno How I love my little one And he dreams he walks in country on The surface of the sun So will I become a better man A better man with bitter ways Or will your love make me a better man Shine a brighter light On these gray days I am a gray bird on the wing I drink from hopes eternal spring Brighter days of thee I sing Of thee I sing Oh, oh Oh, bitter man A bitter man Will your love make me a better man Shine a brighter light On these gray days So will I become a bitter man Oh, a bitter man with bitter ways Will your love make me a better man Shine a brighter light On these gray days