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, TennesseeI'm going to GracelandPoor boys and pilgrims with familiesAnd we are going to GracelandMy traveling companion is nine years oldHe is the child of my first marriageBut I've reason to believe we both will be received in Graceland
She comes back to tell me she's goneAs if I didn't know thatAs if I didn't know my own bedAs if I'd never noticed the way she brushed her hair from her foreheadAnd she said, "Losing love is like a window in your heartEverybody sees you're blown apartEverybody sees the wind blow"
I'm going to Graceland, Memphis, TennesseeI'm going to GracelandPoor boys and pilgrims with familiesAnd we are going to GracelandAnd my traveling companions are ghosts and empty socketsI'm looking at ghosts and emptiesBut I've reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland
There is a girl in New York City who calls herself the human trampolineAnd sometimes when I'm falling, flying or tumbling in turmoil I say"Whoa, so this is what she means"She means we're bouncing in the GracelandAnd I see losing love is like a window in your heartWell, everybody sees you're blown apartEverybody feels the wind blowOoh, ooh, ooh
In Graceland, in GracelandI'm going to GracelandFor reasons, I cannot explainThere's some part of me wants to see GracelandAnd I may be obliged to defend every love, every endingOr maybe there's no obligations nowMaybe I've a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland
Whoa, oh, ohIn Graceland, in Graceland, in GracelandI'm going to Graceland
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