He said, "You're one of those girls who's not too pretty
Not too ugly, oh I guess you'll have to do."
I said, "You must be reading the story of my life boy
And if you like the beginning wait till page number two."

Cuz some have tried to polish and others to refine me
Still those that would say all my edges are too smooth
I'm stuck here in the middle just trying to define me
To rummage through the ruin and find some living bleeding through

Cuz I have decided that here is where I'm staying
And no matter where I'm going here's where I will stand
And as long as I am breathing
I'll sing my joy and my grieving
And I'll fumble with this guitar until arthritis takes these hands

I ponder what will happen and how I'll leave this earth
And wonder what of this life will have me
Will I go like my grandma, rejoicing rebirth
Or will I go like my grandpa, kicking and screaming?

I guess in the meantime I should stop all this thinking
Find peace with the searching, whether lost or ever found
So if you want me I'll be with Gracie, laughing and drinking
Raising toasts and raising spirits and smashing empty glasses down

Cuz I have decided that here is where I'm staying
And no matter where I'm going here's where I will stand
And like all the ones before us I'll raise my voice in holy chorus
And I'll watch the sacred circle as it ends where it begins

Cuz I'm one of those girls who's not too pretty, not too ugly
Oh I guess I'll have to do
And I'm currently rereading the story of my life boy
I can't wait to find out what happens on page number two


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