Fall from Grace - Tim Finn
Hallway lined with photographs
Telling us where we've been
I'm just a country boy
Can't you see that I'm still green
And the story has no moral
It's an endless fall from grace
Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face
So much I remember
A few things that I regret
Sometimes I wish I had eyes
In the back of my head
And the story has no moral
It's an endless fall from grace
Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face
And it seems so long ago
Only seems like yesterday
It was over long before
It had even begun
Sometimes we're perfect strangers
Other times we're a family
Holding a mirror up to
The best and worst in me
And the story has no moral
It's an endless fall from grace
Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face
Yeah the story has no moral
It's an endless fall from grace
Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face
