Musically speaking...

Oh look at how she listens

She says nothing of what she thinks…

She just goes stumbling through her memories

Staring out on to Grey Street.

She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?"

I dream myself a thousand times around the world

But I can't get out of this place.

There's an emptiness inside her

And she'll do anything to fill it in

But all the colors mix together - to grey

And it breaks her heart

How she wishes it was different

She prays to God most every night

And though she swears it doesn't listen

There's still a hope in her it might

She says "I pray oh But they fall on deaf ears,

am I supposed to take it on myself?

To get out of this place? "

Oh There's a loneliness inside her

And she'll do anything to fill it in

And though it's red blood bleeding from her now

It feels like cold blue ice in her heart

When all the colors mix together - to grey

And it breaks her heart

There's a stranger speaks outside her door

Says take what you can from your dreams

Make them as real as anything

Oh It'd take the work out of the courage

But she says "Please

There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door,

I live on the corner of Grey Street

and the end of the world."

Oh there's an emptiness inside her

And she'll do anything to fill it in

And though it's red blood bleeding from her now

It's more like cold blue ice in her heart

She feels like kicking out all the windows

And setting fire to this life

She could change everything about her

Using colors bold and bright

But all the colors mix together - to grey

And it breaks her heart

It breaks her heart

To Grey

n       Dave Matthews, “Grey Street”