A Moment's Grace

I wasn't born this way

I've been living a lie, they say

So when it brought me to my knees

Well, I had everything

So tell me, would you please?

How could I possibly have needed so much more?

But the thing I was craving then

Was some kind of labouring

So I might find a friend

In all the aching in my muscles, as they hurt

Oh, won't you put my hands to work to ease my mind?

And you, you realise, in a moment's grace

You've been unravelling the fabric of your coat

And you pick a line down the wall and trace

Until the end

And when you walk back sorry

With a folding body, like you should

No, I am not gonna die this way

Maybe it was the mould, you see

That was knocking the wall in me

And I forgot just what it was that

I had needed to be

For all the time I'd given

Maybe I'd forgot what living was now for

And you, you realise, in a moment's grace

You might just already be on to something good

And you pick a line down a cord and trace

Because you can

And when it comes back heavy

You'll be more than ready, like you should

'Cause I am not gonna die this way

Through a crack in the road, it sprung

The seedling, warm and young

Stretching out for the sun

It's August, and I'm grinning

For this time I might be winning

As the moving lights that time of year lay still

And as my body changes a pace, I seem to know again

That I am not gonna die this way

Oh, I'll hold my missus

In a bed of kisses, like I should

'Cause I am not gonna die this way