Gracie had a baby, she grew up, she was only seventeen Something like a stranger and no one can recall The way she used to smile Now in a one-horse town, no one ever seems to Give a damn. But she could feel the fingers pointing: Eyes like knives and needles on her back Oh Grace is gone Gracie told the taxi: 'take me as far as I can go' She said: 'I'm tired of this town and I'm sure This town is tired of me.' She bought A one way ticket with a newborn and a suitcase But her side. There ain't nothing like it: The Kansas City Mainline moving down the track Oh Grace is gone Gracie found a job, typing for important businessmen But sometimes all she could do was stare Out of the windows at the wildflowers Gracie cries at night, she looks upon the stars out In the sky. She sings to herself softly, sitting In a bathrobe on her windowsill Ah grace is gone Gracie had a baby, she grew up, she was only seventeen Something like a stranger and no one can recall the way She used to smile