Well, I don't have a ride and I don't have a gun
And I don't have a life without living one
And you don't have to fly just to lead out with your thumb
And the grace through the pain is where your love comes from
And you won't have a sun without plenty of moons
And you don't have to run just for getting your tune
And you don't have to cry just to tell someone
That the grace through the pain is where your love comes from
And you might have it best if you tell her you know
And you might have to rest just to tell that you won't
But a life ain't worth living if it's buried in someone
And the grace through the pain is where your love comes from
So, come all you people and lend me your ears
And I'll tell you the difference that you want to hear
Or I'll send you the flowers that I want on my stone
But the grace through the pain is where your love comes from
Well I don't have a ride and I don't have a gun
And I don't have a life without living one
And you don't have to try just for leaving none
And the grace through the pain is where your love comes from
And the grace through the pain is where your love comes from