Danielle Ate the Sandwich Follow

The ones that come back and tell stories of places so wide and so warm
I've never wanted so badly to be gone
And when I was young, I learnt Martin Luther, he nailed the words to the wall
But I never asked that person we sang for
I never learnt who he was

All the machines are still spinning late in the night while I sleep
My grandma knows where she's going
And me, I have no idea

I met a man who told stories of leaving the bad for the good
On a street corner where he least expected, he heard god
And I gave my body to science
And I felt the push, the pull
And I closed my eyes and fight, and I won

All the machines are still spinning late in the night while I sleep
My grandma knows where she's going
And me, I have no idea

I am not writing these things to be difficult
I am just trying to find what I'm searching for
I am not writing these things to be difficult
I am just giving them up as an offering

How could you it be so easy for you and so hard for me?
The ones who woke her in the morning
Found her body so frail and so worn
And all along she knew her maker was calling her home

All the machines are still spinning late in the night while I sleep
My grandma knows where she's going
And me, I have no idea