Clothing & Shoes - The Woman Without Grace Lyrics

There is a story in my ear
Which seems to start this time of year
The dying grass and shades of gray
They help to keep my thoughts away
Where is the ease in easy
When a moment can't be spared
When all the worries in your head
Are wanting to be shared

The price of gasoline and our economy
Are sites and sounds of war
The stocks are falling lower
Than the leading limbo legend
On his home court
A simple competition
Turns into a mass coalition game
The paparazzi aim to please the few of us
That have yet to be named

We made the streets our stage
In order to get paid
Though many passed us by
Without a simple hi
How parking was a joke
Almost as if it spoke
This city made us fear
For all the things held dear
It reached inside our nerves
To twist the things conserved
It mystified our minds
And held us all confined
The beating of our hearts
Was sure to never start
The woman without grace
Will start to sing

Riding bicycles everyday everyday
Riding bicycles whenever there's a way

We'll scratch your back if you won't worry
We'll play a song if you're not scared
It's these things that try to pull us off like buttons
And place us in the drawer above the stairs