Thursday, December 11, 2008

I Live On The Corner Of Grey Street


If you know anything about me, you know that I love the Dave Matthews Band. Those stories, and many and great they are, are for another day. But, last night I sat on the couch with one of my close friends. In the midst of all the craziness, he sat and watched my Piedmont Park DMB dvd with me. I know it seems like nothing, but the familiarity of the music and his company was so comforting. My favorite song came on, Grey Street. I told him that Grey was named after that song, and he didn't know that. So if he didn't know, maybe many of you don't know. The song has just kind of followed me through different times in my life, it's meaning always changing. I just wanted to share the words with you. I'll never be able to hear it without thinking of Grey. It means more to me now than ever before.


Grey Street

Oh look at how she listens

she says nothing of what she thinks

she just goes stumbling through her memories

staring out on to Grey Street

she thinks, "hey, how did I come to this?

I dream myself a thousand times around the world but I can't get out of this place"


there's an emptiness inside her

and she'd do anything to fill it in

but all the colors mix together -- to grey

And it breaks her heart


how she wishes it was different

she prays to God most every night

and though she's quite sure he doesn't listen

there's still hope in her he might

she says, "I pray, but my prayers fall on deaf ears

Am I supposed to take it on myself?

to get out of this place"


there's loneliness inside her

and she'd do anything to fill it in

and though it's red blood beating in her now

it feels like cold blue ice in her heart

when all the colors mix together to grey

and it breaks her heart


there's a stranger speaks outside her door

says take what you can from your dreams

make them as real as anything

it'd take the work out of the courage

but she says, "Please

there's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door,

I live on the corner of Grey Street

and the end of the world"


there's an emptiness inside her

and she'd do anything to fill it in

and though it's red blood beating in her now

it's more like cold blue ice in her heart

she feels like kicking out all the windows

and setting fire to this life

she could change everything about her

using colors bold and bright

but all the colors mix together to grey

and it breaks her heart

it breaks her heart

to Grey

1 comment:

anna said...

i dont think any mother should have to experience the suffering of their own child. i wish that the good lord would just let them go peacefully with no pain.
i wish your family the best of luck, and Grey also.