SANGTEKSTER
Shes on the make or its still a grand plan
Shes taking sides in the last stand
She finds her scene by the newspaperstand, and
Theres nothing there but its all at hand
Beneath the arches out of sight
In dark doorways the broken light
Theres a cold hard ground to spend the night.
I dont know what a wise man would say
But she sure seems to know that its not the way
Its no holy grail, no holy grail
I dont know if shes young or shes old
But I sure see her shivering in the cold
And thats no holy grail, no holy grail
No holy grail, no holy grail.
They tried to move her on
And take her last stash
Its been that way since her stock has crashed
Shes got an apple
But its not in her ear, Dear
Lord smell the coffee take a photograph
Beneath the blankets and the grime
The supermarkets turns a dime
And its colder still she puts up a fight
I dont know what a wise man would say
But she sure seems to know that its not the way
Its no holy grail, no holy grail
I dont know if shes young or shes old
But I sure see her shivering in the cold
And thats no holy grail, no holy grail
No holy grail, no holy grail.
And in her hand written telegram, Sam
Could be a friend, sponsor, big man
She makes a call: Pull me out of this quick sand
Hes always there, but he never can.
Now as the rollers lock in place
The neon finds a stone embrace
Then the coldest road is the one she takes.
I dont know what a wise man would say
But she sure seems to know that its not the way
Its no holy grail, no holy grail
I dont know if shes young or shes old
But I sure see her shivering in the cold
And thats no holy grail, no holy grail
No holy grail, no holy grail.
