Come quick. Come gather 'round. Please listen to the story of what I've found while I was traveling alone. I was gone for several years. I met a friend. We shared some tears over what we couldn't get back.
And as the talk got heavy she said, "Babe, it's been a year."

She spoke of all the men who tried to cross her out with their quiet persuasive pens. And all those black eyes they gave to her with their blue inked smiles.
I said, "Oh god that must hurt, but first tell me your name."

"My gosh I've forgotten my pace. I'll have you know that my name is Grace. And would you please oblige my taste and indulge me in the man behind that face?"

This is where I go, but this time I said, "No. Oh Grace, so pure and divine. What will you gain from your hand in mine? There's love that we'll find and she might be sitting in the seat across from mine, but from the year you've had think back to your dad and the lessons that he preached."

"Dear child of mine, daughter of Caroline, stay safe during the rain." Is what he said to her. And she knew what he meant, it was time for her to stay away from wet cement.

That night we parted in our ways and I felt like a stray who left his own home, but that word in my head that I couldn't shake from bed still gave me peace of mind 'cause I knew she'd be fine. That daughter of Caroline. That daughter of Caroline.