Grace Lyrics

He walked her back to the train station

After dinner in the city

And he doesn't know her but he wished he could

And he talked to her but from where he stood

She looked a little more pretty

It seems that his words would go unheard

And I, and I don't regret

Those letters that I sent

And was it the smile or that accent

That brought me to madness

And I, I stir dirt with my heavy steps

And I won't find god down in all this mess

And those windmill lights on 65

Show what's ahead and what's left behind

Who's to say

That they aren't one and the same

And in his brain

He's projecting grace

And she sat on the steps starin up above

It had been a few months since

She left him behind she didn't care about love

And she took her time but for what he's worth

She wasn't what he needed

Just think about a time that it was unrehearsed

And I, and I don't regret

Those letters that I sent

And was it the smile or that accent

That brought me to madness

And I, I stir dirt with my heavy steps

And I won't find god down in all this mess

And those windmill lights on 65

Show whats ahead and what's left behind

Who's to say

That they aren't one and the same

And in his brain

He's projecting grace