O Grace

she said I've been the stockyard's pony she said I've been the mountain engine's roll from Chicago to West Virginia I've been as lonesome as the world's first ghost as lonesome as the world's first ghost but out here even the prairie doubts the horizon all I have to do is prove that I'm not pure oh the right words come but I ain't talking the devil's mean but he's honest just as sure oh he is honest just as sure oh grace when you stop believing that don't mean that it just goes away it's a long way between horizons and it gets farther every day oh grace oh grace oh grace when you stop believing that don't mean that it just goes away it's a long way between horizons and it gets farther every day oh grace oh grace she says but I know a man who's heart is restless he's never home and he's never gone and he had some good things but he lost them like everything he ever set his heart upon oh that he set that heart upon oh boy if you stop believing that don't mean that I just walk away it's a long way between horizons and it gets farther every day oh grace oh grace