Grace worked down at Wal-Mart

For thirteen years she punched that clock

Been two weeks without a day off

She never gave it too much thought

Till one morning in the mirror

Two new lines opened he eyes

And suddenly it hit her

She still had her wings to fly



Attention late night shoppers

A two for one on broken chains



Chorus

That's the state of Grace

It's the weak made strong

It's finding what you're missing was right there all along

It's an open road to a better place

It's a life worth living in the state of Grace



Grace cleaned out her bank account

And bought a beat up camper truck

Turned her pink slip into personnel

And tore her time card up

As she drove away she wondered

What New York City would be like

And would the stars really keep you up

On a clear desert night



With her front seat full of road maps

To help her loose her way



Chorus



Grace knew when she looked up

There wouldn't be a sky

If the dreams we've been given

Weren't supposed to fly



Chorus



(Trey Brooks, Lisa Drew)

Copyright 1996 WB Music Corp