The Girl in Gray - Alela Diane

San Francisco was the color gray

Laughter down the long hallway

Melted wax on wooden floors

No one knocked upon my door

Not mine

Not mine

The girl in gray

Not mine

Not mine

The girl in gray

I never was a city girl

Cigarettes and mother’s pearls

The veil of night

The stranger’s gaze

On the pretty face of Jamie or Kate

Not mine

Not mine

The girl in gray

Not mine

Not mine

The girl in gray

Paper walls and someone else

Going at it while I stared at

Silhouettes of passing cars

Haunted by some toothless dream

San Francisco was the color gray

I left alone without a name

I left behind

The girl in gray

I left behind

The girl in gray

The girl in gray