Grace - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

He walked her back to the train station

After dinner in the city and he doesn't know her

But he wished he could

And he talked to her

But from where he stood

She looked a little more pretty

It seems that his words would go unheard

And I, and I don't regret

Those letters that I sent

And was it the smile or that accent

That brought me to madness

And I, I stir dirt with my heavy steps

And I won't find God down in all this mess

And those windmill lights on sixty-five

Show what's ahead and what's lеft behind

She sat on the stеps, staring up above

Had been a few months since she left him behind

She didn't care about love, oh

She took her time, but for what he's worth

She wasn't what he needed

Just thinking 'bout a time that it was unrehearsed

And I, and I don't regret

Those letters that I sent

And was it the smile or that accent

That brought me to madness

And I, I stir dirt with my heavy steps

And I won't find God down in all this mess

And those windmill lights on sixty-five

Show what's ahead and what's left behind

Uh I got your call, and I just wanted to say thanks

Hah, yea definitely

See you soon