Hurricane Grace

There's a crackle on the radio. A sizzle in the air
Sheet lightning flashing everywhere
A train wreck in Missouri
But that's another affair
Trouble, strife, the love of my life is in Arkansas

We met in Texarkana at the VFW
My best chance, the Friday night dance in 1982
Kissing in the parking lot
Like lovers do
We both knew our roads would merge in Arkansas

That was the first and only time we knew consensus
We were direct and honest then, we had no pretences
A black horizon seems peachy enough through
rose coloured lenses
She says, "Too Much Arkansas, not enough Texas."

I just can't help myself, I love that girl
With one foot firmly planted in each of our worlds
She prefers Texas
But I'm not so keen
I'm from Little Rock, she's from Abilene

Turns out, like Ozark weather, she can turn on a dime
But be she calm or stormy, the lovin' is always sublime
But when clouds pile up, on her brow
No reason no rhyme
What's different is I'm afraid this time

We try to get along, but something prevents us
The ties that used to bind now strain to connect us
I drive a Chevy S10
She drives a Lexus
Is that too much Arkansas
Or not enough?

Her name is Grace, you know she's full of that too
Just don't provoke her whatever you do
You think the storm is at its end
Well it ain't just ask her friends
She's comin' around again
When a tropical depression meets a stationary front
the reluctant front shunts over with a grunt
Pressure builds, tempers rise, guess who bears the brunt?
Man alive! She's a category five!
She's a thunder-headed supercell, a thousand miles across
Batten down the hatches before all is lost
Lovers we, were meant to be
The kind they call star-crossed

Heat lightning and fireflies flicker in a cloudless, starry sky
To fading Ozark thunder, I wonder "Why?"
She isn't there. It isn't fair
Let her spirit fly
Grace has left me high and dry in Arkansas.

So I pick my Taylor on the front porch swing
I miss her more than anything
I bend a note in this song I wrote
Fifth fret, second string
Nothing is the same tonight in Arkansas

Out on the Texas plains, there are no fences
The sand and sun gets in your eyes and the wind is relentless
We're overdue for Jesus to come and collect us
Is it too much Arkansas, not enough Texas?
Is there too much Arkansas or not enough?
It's too much



Credits
Writer(s): James Baniecki
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