| Song | Grey Street |
| Artist | Dave Matthews Band |
| Album | Live Trax Vol. 6 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh look at how she listens | |
| She says nothing of what she thinks | |
| She just goes stumbling through her memories | |
| Staring out on to Grey Street | |
| She thinks, “Hey, | |
| How did I come to this? | |
| I dream myself a thousand times around the world, | |
| But I can’t get out of this place” | |
| There’s an emptiness inside her | |
| And she’d do anything to fill it in | |
| But all the colors mix together - to grey | |
| And it breaks her heart | |
| How she wishes it was different | |
| She prays to God most every night | |
| And though she swears it doesn’t listen | |
| There’s still a hope in her it might | |
| She says, “I pray | |
| But they fall on deaf ears, | |
| Am I supposed to take it on myself? | |
| To get out of this place” | |
| There’s loneliness inside her | |
| And she’d do anything to fill it in | |
| And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now | |
| It feels like cold blue ice in her heart | |
| When all the colors mix together - to grey | |
| And it breaks her heart | |
| There’s a stranger speaks outside her door | |
| Says take what you can from your dreams | |
| Make them as real as anything | |
| It’d take the work out of the courage | |
| But she says, “Please | |
| There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door, | |
| I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world” | |
| There’s an emptiness inside her | |
| And she’d do anything to fill it in | |
| And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now | |
| It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart | |
| She feels like kicking out all the windows | |
| And setting fire to this life | |
| She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright | |
| But all the colors mix together - to grey | |
| And it breaks her heart | |
| It breaks her heart | |
| To grey |
| Oh look at how she listens | |
| She says nothing of what she thinks | |
| She just goes stumbling through her memories | |
| Staring out on to Grey Street | |
| She thinks, " Hey, | |
| How did I come to this? | |
| I dream myself a thousand times around the world, | |
| But I can' t get out of this place" | |
| There' s an emptiness inside her | |
| And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
| But all the colors mix together to grey | |
| And it breaks her heart | |
| How she wishes it was different | |
| She prays to God most every night | |
| And though she swears it doesn' t listen | |
| There' s still a hope in her it might | |
| She says, " I pray | |
| But they fall on deaf ears, | |
| Am I supposed to take it on myself? | |
| To get out of this place" | |
| There' s loneliness inside her | |
| And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
| And though it' s red blood bleeding from her now | |
| It feels like cold blue ice in her heart | |
| When all the colors mix together to grey | |
| And it breaks her heart | |
| There' s a stranger speaks outside her door | |
| Says take what you can from your dreams | |
| Make them as real as anything | |
| It' d take the work out of the courage | |
| But she says, " Please | |
| There' s a crazy man that' s creeping outside my door, | |
| I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world" | |
| There' s an emptiness inside her | |
| And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
| And though it' s red blood bleeding from her now | |
| It' s more like cold blue ice in her heart | |
| She feels like kicking out all the windows | |
| And setting fire to this life | |
| She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright | |
| But all the colors mix together to grey | |
| And it breaks her heart | |
| It breaks her heart | |
| To grey |
| Oh look at how she listens | |
| She says nothing of what she thinks | |
| She just goes stumbling through her memories | |
| Staring out on to Grey Street | |
| She thinks, " Hey, | |
| How did I come to this? | |
| I dream myself a thousand times around the world, | |
| But I can' t get out of this place" | |
| There' s an emptiness inside her | |
| And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
| But all the colors mix together to grey | |
| And it breaks her heart | |
| How she wishes it was different | |
| She prays to God most every night | |
| And though she swears it doesn' t listen | |
| There' s still a hope in her it might | |
| She says, " I pray | |
| But they fall on deaf ears, | |
| Am I supposed to take it on myself? | |
| To get out of this place" | |
| There' s loneliness inside her | |
| And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
| And though it' s red blood bleeding from her now | |
| It feels like cold blue ice in her heart | |
| When all the colors mix together to grey | |
| And it breaks her heart | |
| There' s a stranger speaks outside her door | |
| Says take what you can from your dreams | |
| Make them as real as anything | |
| It' d take the work out of the courage | |
| But she says, " Please | |
| There' s a crazy man that' s creeping outside my door, | |
| I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world" | |
| There' s an emptiness inside her | |
| And she' d do anything to fill it in | |
| And though it' s red blood bleeding from her now | |
| It' s more like cold blue ice in her heart | |
| She feels like kicking out all the windows | |
| And setting fire to this life | |
| She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright | |
| But all the colors mix together to grey | |
| And it breaks her heart | |
| It breaks her heart | |
| To grey |