Grey Street by Dave Matthews

look at how she listens,
She says nothing of what she thinks.
Just listens to abuses,
And by the kitchen sink.

She thinks, "hey, why do i live to this?"
"i'm latest on life, how did it end like this?"
Oh, then the wrongs in her heart fall
And she feels the weight of lies.
And the colors mix together to grey, grey street.


Begging now the difference,
She prays to god 'most every night,
Although she swears he doesn't listen,
There's hope in her that he just might.

She said, "i pray!" "i pray!" i pray!"
But they fall on deaf ears.
"i'm supposed to take it all myself,
To get out of this place."

But soon the wrongs in her heart fall,
And then she rode the light in.
Oh, the pain now seems it's over,
And again she sees the pain.
And then the colors mix together to grey on grey street.

It's colored in again
Take what you can from your dreams,
Make it real as anything,
Takes the work out of the courage.

She said, "please!" "please!" "please!"
"there's someone sleeping outside my door.
I live on the corner of grey street,
At the end of the world."

And the wrong in her whole plan,
Is as hopeless as the day she came,
And the man she calls her father,
Ignores her and ignores her pain.

Oh, when i walk out in the morning,
In all this sunlight,
And the colors mix together to grey on grey street,
On grey street, it's grey street (here we go).

So, if you don't see your heaven,
Don't convince yourself you're done,
Just 'cause things around you seem heavy,
Doesn't mean you can give up this ground.

When you hold me down in the heart now,
Move out, move out and, oh, the wait is over.
Oh, might notice of your worry
One another, and the colors mix together to grey
On grey street, on grey street,
To grey, yeah, yeah...