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