I was born in the heart of a city In a room that I'll always adore Though it's not much to see It's like heaven to me The shrine on the second floor There's a beautiful grey-haired madonna Who once taught me what life had in store And I lift up mine eyes to that same tender skies In the shrine on the second floor Whenever my troubles seem too much to bear I look for the answer and then I look up and see that light shining there And everything turns out right again When I'm old and I find I'm getting lonely I'll return to my heaven once more I'll remember the face of that lady of grace On the shrine on the second floor When I'm old and I find I'm getting lonely I'll return to my heaven once more I'll remember the face of that lady of grace On the shrine on the second floor