He said, "You're one of those girls who's not too pretty but not too ugly oh, I guess you'll have to do"
And I said, "You must be reading the story of my life boy and if you like the beginning wait 'til page number two"
Cause some have tried to polish and many to refine me
Still others that would say all my edges are too smooth
And I'm stuck here in the middle, just trying to define me,
To rummage through the ruin and find some living peeking through
Cause I've decided that here is where I'm staying and no matter where I'm going here is where I will stand
And as long as I am breathing I will sing my joy and my grieving
And I will fumble with this guitar until arthritis takes these hands
And I'll wonder what will happen and how I'll leave this earth
And I wonder what of this life will have meaning
Will I go like my grandma rejoicing rebirth or will I go like my grandpa kicking and screaming?
But I guess in the meantime I should stop all this thinking find peace within the searching
Whether lost or ever found
So if you want me I'll be with Gracie, laughing and drinking
Raising toasts and raising spirits and smashing finished glasses down
Cause I have decided that here is where I'm staying and no matter where I'm going here's where I will stand
And like all the ones before me I'll raise my voice in holy chorus and watch as the sacred circle begins where it ends
Cause I'm one of those girls who's not too pretty and not too ugly, I guess I'll have to do
And I'm currently re-reading the story of my life boy and I can't wait to find out what happens on page number two.