The sky is gray
The sand is gray
And the ocean is gray.
And I feel right at home
In this stunning monochrome
Alone in my way.
I smoke and I drink.
And every time I blink
I have a tiny dream.
But as bad as I am.
I'm proud of the fact
That I'm worse than I seem.
What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I've got everything I want, and still I want more.
Maybe some tiny, shiny key
Will wash up on the shore...
by Ani DiFranco, Grey
