Songtext von State Of Grace

Grace worked down at Wal-Mart For thirteen years she punched that clock Been two weeks without a day off She never gave it too much thought Till one morning in the mirror Two new lines opened he eyes And suddenly it hit her She still had her wings to fly Attention late night shoppers A two for one on broken chains Chorus That's the state of Grace It's the weak made strong It's finding what you're missing was right there all along It's an open road to a better place It's a life worth living in the state of Grace Grace cleaned out her bank account And bought a beat up camper truck Turned her pink slip into personnel And tore her time card up As she drove away she wondered What New York City would be like And would the stars really keep you up On a clear desert night With her front seat full of road maps To help her loose her way Chorus Grace knew when she looked up There wouldn't be a sky If the dreams we've been given Weren't supposed to fly Chorus