Lyrics

There's mud on the carpet from the dog in the yard
She's digging up t-bones, working so hard
Unlike me in the kitchen, old coffee grounds
My dirty dishes and no one around to see me
Fall by the grace of you
I fall by the grace of you

There's rain on the windows, a chill in the air
I'm hiding out here going nowhere
While the geese in the sky make a run for the south
Singing old goose songs but no song from my mouth
As I fall by the grace of you
I fall by the grace of you

There's wood on the woodpile for me to chop through
I make excuses, yeah that's what I do
As the hours turn to days turn to months turn to years
Me in my kitchen nursing these fears
As I fall by the grace of you
I fall by the grace of you