Gracie

Gracie had a baby, she grew up, she was only seventeen

Something like a stranger and no one can recall

The way she used to smile.

Now in a one-horse town, no one ever seems to

Give a damn. But she could feel the fingers pointing:

Eyes like knives and needles on her back

Oh Grace is gone.

Gracie told the taxi: “take me as far as I can go”

She said: “I’m tired of this town and I’m sure

This town is tired of me.” She bought

A one way ticket with a newborn and a suitcase

But her side. There ain’t nothing like it:

The Kansas City Mainline moving down the track

Oh Grace is gone.

Gracie found a job, typing for important businessmen

But sometimes all she could do was stare

Out of the windows at the wildflowers.

Gracie cries at night, she looks upon the stars out

In the sky. She sings to herself softly, sitting

In a bathrobe on her windowsill.

Ah grace is gone.

Gracie had a baby, she grew up, she was only seventeen

Something like a stranger and no one can recall the way

she used to smile