Grey Street - Live at Central Park, New York, NY - September 2003

Oh look at how she listens
But she says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street

But she thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?
I dream myself a million times around the world
But I can't get out of this place"

Oh there's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
Feel like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together
To grey

And it breaks her heart
And how she wishes it was different
And she prays to God most every night
And though she swears He doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her He might

She says, "I pray
Oh, but my prayers they all fall on deaf ears
Am I supposed to take it on myself
To get out of this place?"

Oh there's an loneliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
But like cold blue ice in her heart

She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She would 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah