Open Road (Hot Rod Guitar) Songtext / Lyric

Grace works down at Wal-Mart

For thirteen years she's punched that clock

Been ten weeks without a day off

She never gave it too much thought

Til one morning in the mirror

Two new lines opened her eyes

And suddenly it hit her

She still had the wings to fly

Attention late night shoppers

A two for one on broken chains



That's the state of grace

It's the weak made strong

It's finding what you're missing

Was right there all along

It's an open road to a better place

It's a life worth living

In the state of grace






Grace cleaned out her bank account

Bought a beat up camper truck

Turned her pink slip into personnel

Then tore her time card up'

As she drove away she wondered

What New York City'd be like

And would the stars really keep you up

On a clear desert night

With a front seat full of road maps

To help her lose her way



That's the state of grace

It's the weak made strong

It's finding what you're missing

Was right there all along

It's an open road to a better place

It's a life worth living

In the state of grace



Grace knew when she looked up

There wouldn't be a sky

If the dreams we've been given

Weren't supposed to fly



It's an open road to a better place

It's a life worth living

In the state of grace

It's a life worth living

In the state of grace