The Mississippi Delta
was shining like a national guitar
I am following the river
down the highway
through the cradle of the Civil War
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland,
Memphis, Tennessee,
I'm going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
and we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion
is nine years old,
he's the child of my first marriage
But I've risen to believe
that we both will be received
in grace land
She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that,
as if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
the way she brushed her
hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're
blown apart,
everybody sees the wind blow
I'm going to Graceland,
Memphis, Tennessee,
I'm going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
and we are going to Graceland
And my calico bag is roasting
empty sockets,
I'm looking at coats and empties
But I've reason to believe
we all will be received
in Graceland
There is a girl in New York City
who calls herself a human trampoline
Sometimes when I'm falling, flying,
tumbling in turmoil, I say, whoa,
so this is what she means
She means we're bouncing
into Graceland
And I see you losing love,
it's like a window in your heart
Well, everybody sees
your blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow
Ooh, in Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of
me wants to see Graceland
An d I'm maybe obliged to defend every love,
every ending
Or maybe there's no
obligations now
Maybe I'm a reason to believe
that we all will be receiving
Christmas
In Graceland, in Graceland,
in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.