So I'm back to the crappy City Job, on the floor that I hate
To a room where shrieking and dirty floors point to the Gracie that I am,
To the Gracie that I am.

And everyone blames you, well you know that they do when papers fall, maybe once maybe twice.
And it wakes you all up...and you see your Gracie. You see your Gracie.

Cause the Gracie of today faces unemployment with a little rage. I am employed and I feel no rage. And if I lost my job, and if I hated my job, enough to lose my job, enough to lose my job...

She is crying on the phone right now. She really is, yeah she really is.
And a story is all that's left from her now. You'll see your Gracie....you'll see your Gracie....