James Clark Jones

Lyrics

Grace

And in that train, that distant rumble
The suitcase in the hallway makes me stumble
And I get the feel to jump that sound
And maybe I could leave this town

I jumped through every hoop you raised
As I bounded on your little stage
And when that trick showed signs of age
I tried to bow out with a little grace

Once this path led to your door
It doesn’t lead there anymore
Some like teardrops, some like rain
You never felt you had to explain

I jumped through every hoop you raised
As I bounded on your little stage
And when this trick showed signs of age
I tried to bow out with a little grace

I’ll bet you think this song’s about you
Well it’s for me and it’s the first time that’s been true
Cause baby this ain’t for you

In this town it’s closing time
The years with you are still upon my mind
And lo the day is coming fast
This memory will fade at last
Will fade at last…

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words and music JCJ