Glass Half Full

Young Nashville mama working hard to finally get ahead

Come April the cafe closes and the boss man shakes his head

Waiting for hours in line she does her best hold back tears

Gets home, breaks down, will I keep my kids is what she really fears

Grandmama sings softly as she watches all the children smile

Come April she can't take a breath on her own now for a while

If not for the woman in the mask, she'd be all alone

She prays for a big embrace but all she holds now is a phone

But my glass is half full

And my problems are first world

My glass is half full

Counting my blessings, Lord

My glass is half full

Good God, I can't ask for more

My glass is half full

There's a girl down in Houston spends all her talking to a screen

Never much cared for school like any kid ever been fourteen

She lays there all alone as her life's been put on hold

And cries herself to sleep, doesn't know how this unfolds

But my glass is half full

And my problems are first world

My glass is half full

As I say a prayer for those alone

My glass is half full

Good God, I can't ask for more

My glass is half full