Lyrics
She said I've been the stockyard's pony
She said I've been the mountain engine's roll
From Chicago to West Virginia
I've been as lonesome as the world's first ghost
As lonesome as the world's first ghost
But out here, even the prairie doubts the horizon
All I have to do is prove that I'm not pure
Oh, the right words come, but I ain't talking
The devil's mean but he's honest just as sure
Oh, he is honest just as sure
Oh Grace, if you stop believing
That don't mean that it just goes away
It's a long way between horizons
And it gets farther every day
Oh, Grace
Whoa, Grace
Oh Grace, if you stop believing
That don't mean that it just goes away
It's a long way between horizons
And it gets farther every day
Oh, Grace
Oh, Grace
She says, "But I know a man whose heart is restless
He's never home and he's never gone
And he had some good things, but he lost them
Like everything he ever set his heart upon
Oh, that he set that heart upon"
Oh boy, if you stop believing
That don't mean that I just walked away
It's a long way between horizons
And it gets farther everyday
Oh, Grace
Oh, Grace
