smokerings

[ 10,000 miles to grace- ]

there is a girl in new york city
who calls herself the human trampoline
and sometimes when i'm falling, flying
or tumbling in turmoil i say
woah, so this is what she means
she means we're bouncing into graceland
and i see losing love
is like a window in your heart
everybody sees you're blown apart
everybody feels the wind blow

in graceland, in graceland
i'm going to graceland
for reasons i cannot explain
there's some part of me wants to see
graceland
and i may be obliged to defend
every love, every ending
or maybe there's no obligations now
maybe i've a reason to believe
we all will be received
in Graceland.

~paul simon