Grace Kelly

It's opening night in a town so quaint and serene
 The clock drips away for each of her brilliant fifteen
 The bleachers are silent, clowns painting off their frowns
 The routine's the same; the sun rises up and then comes tumbling down
 She wants a war so there's something to cry about
 She wants a death so that all of the tears can flow
 She wants the credits so everyone can go home
 Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly
 As she falls that's all she sees
 Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly
 That's who she has always wanted to be
 She stares in the mirror reflecting a face from the screen
 She remembers her past and it plays like a Rear Window scene
 The circus is no place, for a princess or a lady
 She wants to be a country girl or part of high society
 She closes her eyes to help keep the music down
 She closes her mouth to stop truth from leaking out
 She watches the credits so everyone can go home
 The ringmaster twirls his mustache and bows to the crowd
 The calliope clamors, the spotlight lifts up to the clouds
 The girl leaps from the platform, glides gracefully to her doom
 At least graceful is what's perceived by everyone in the room
 Opening curtains to thousands of children's screams
 Opening credits crescendo to title themes
 Start the projector so nobody can go home
 Because she wants to be remembered in traumatic, haunting dreams
 Of Boy Scouts and field trips;
 watching midgets and madmen rush onto the scene