I'm Falling Out Of Grace With The World

They Say I've Lost My Midas Touch What Turned To Gold Now Turns To Rust

I'm Falling Out Of Line With All He Stars

That Flood My Dreams With Their Guitars And Magazines



Face Down This Carpet Tastes Like Coffee Grounds Fround Into My Face Now

And Every Angle's Covered With Just Another Band-aid



I'm Falling Out Of Style With The Current Way Things Are

The Things That Make Conforming Hard

I'm Falling Out Of Control And You Just Can't Stop Me Now

I'll Fight As Long As Time Allows



I'm Out Here Way Beyond

A Shadow Of A Doubt

And I Know I'm Never Falling Out

Of Favor With You



I Won't Think Twice Or Even Three Times

About Taking A Gamble With You

Cause With My Life You Have Been So Kind

I Take All My Comfort With You