Grace
I've been
Just waiting for something
I'd take almost anything
I think that's a bad thing
With my suitcase
I'll go any place
Even to outer space
In search of a new state
I will turn away
From the shivering world
Though I am the child
Of that old and rotten place
But I cannot know
From under the sun
Which I will choose
The real or the easy grace
I've done
Some things I would run from
If they could be outrun
But they'd outrun anyone
So when I go
I'll sneak through the window
Leave them a note that says
I had to go with the flow
I will turn away
From the shivering world
Though I am the child
Of that old and rotten place
But I cannot know
From under the sun
Which I will choose
The real or the easy grace
Autor(es): Devon Welsh