John K. Samson - Grace General Lyrics
Cruel snow, cracked lips, sun lost by four.Cold winces through the cardboard windowWhere the cobblestone was smashed into glass.And the bare bulb of moon swings over Portage AvenueAnd lights the icy rut you sprinkled with sandDown the dim hall of chain stores to GraceWhere the parking lot is full again.I don't bother locking up.The face before the doors slide apartIs hers the day they took away the candy, Left gift shop tulips to frame her alarmed.What will I do now?What will I do now?What will I do now?What will I do now?