Grace

I met Grace in a bar in old St. Lou
She was fiddlin' with a cocktail napkin
And starin' at her shoe
I asked her what's the trouble dear
She said everything but you
And we fell in love in a bar in old St. Lou

But she was gone before the mornin' sky turned blue
She took too many and I had a few
I guess before the night we met
She'd been clean a week or two
Well she met the lord before the mornin' sky turned blue

But I'm still here and I'm hurtin'
And these chemicals ain't workin'
Not the way they used to
And the years are lookin' scarier
And I just wanna carry her to bed once more

I guess all her old colors bled through
I seen remnants of 'em on her forearm like
A strange tattoo
They don't tell the whole story but
What can you do
With all your old colors bleedin' through

And I wish this sad story wasn't true
But friend if you ain't careful
it can happen to you
The ending's engraved on an angel headstone statue
All the sad stories came true

These days she visits me out of the blue
In cold pale visions only I can view
She knows I'm just a lonely boy with nothing much to do
So in the darkest nights she visits me out of the blue