He said, "You're one of those girls who's not too pretty    Not too ugly, oh I guess you'll have to do."    I said, "You must be reading the story of my life boy    And if you like the beginning wait till page number two."       Cuz some have tried to polish and others to refine me    Still those that would say all my edges are too smooth    I'm stuck here in the middle just trying to define me    To rummage through the ruin and find some living bleeding through       Cuz I have decided that here is where I'm staying    And no matter where I'm going here's where I will stand    And as long as I am breathing    I'll sing my joy and my grieving    And I'll fumble with this guitar until arthritis takes these hands       I ponder what will happen and how I'll leave this earth    And wonder what of this life will have me    Will I go like my grandma, rejoicing rebirth    Or will I go like my grandpa, kicking and screaming?       I guess in the meantime I should stop all this thinking    Find peace with the searching, whether lost or ever found    So if you want me I'll be with Gracie, laughing and drinking    Raising toasts and raising spirits and smashing empty glasses down       Cuz I have decided that here is where I'm staying    And no matter where I'm going here's where I will stand    And like all the ones before us I'll raise my voice in holy chorus    And I'll watch the sacred circle as it ends where it begins       Cuz I'm one of those girls who's not too pretty, not too ugly    Oh I guess I'll have to do    And I'm currently rereading the story of my life boy    I can't wait to find out what happens on page number two