Grace - Steve Wynn

She walks into the room with a grace of a panther

And she doesn’t see anything at all

Spills coffee on a pure white rug

Smashes the cup against the wall

She says

How can I turn it on and off again

How can I turn it on

How can I turn it on and off again

How can I turn it on

She chews a sliver off a fingernail

And dreams about a dream that she once had

Three long weeks to grow it again

Chipped, cracked black and she feels sad (ch)

Oh, Grace, there must be a better time and place

She says

I’ve forgotten more than I’ll never know

And I don’t know anything anymore

I’ve been dumb and I’ve been blind

But I can’t seem to find my way out of this hind (ch)