Back when she was a girl She'd visit Niagara, it was the top of the world And she'd dream of diving straight over the falls When she was a girl And oh, the mountains they called When she saw the sage, she thought she'd figured it all So she gave up the bible for crystals and stars The mountains they called Oh oh oh . . . it's like the wind just blew in Slapped the years on her skin It all happened so fast She wants to go there with grace It's hard to go there with grace Then she built a nest On 300 acres, from twigs and unrest So deep in the forest that time might forget She built a nest Oh oh oh . . . it's like the wind just blew in Slapped the years on her skin It all happened so fast It's hard to go there with grace She wants to go out with grace The Grace, of a little girl The Grace, in an open world Grace, of a path that's been paved Grace of an altered plan Grace with her own two hands Grace, as if moments were saved Oh oh oh . . . it's like the wind just blew in Slapped the years on her skin It all happened so fast She wants to go there with grace It's hard to go there with grace Oh, she settled down As though the wind let the feather fall safe to the ground When finally the needle found the hem of the gown And she settled down Back home Oh, back home Oh, back home