Baby Grace is the victim. She was 14 years of age. And the wheels are turning, turning. For the finger points at me. All's well. But I have not been to Oxford Town. All's well. No I have not
Scratch the ice. Let the telephone ring. Sense of time is a powerful thing. And we love to laugh. Love to cry. Half alive. We love to. Go slow when we're dancing for rain. Dry skin flakes