The Mississippi delta was shining like a national guitar
I am following the river down the highway
through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland
in Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
poor boys and pilgrims with families
and we are going to Graceland

My traveling companion is nine years old
he's the child of my first marriage
but I've reason to believe we both will be received in Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
as if I didn't know that, as if I didn't know my own bed
as if I'd never noticed the way she brushed her hair from her forehead
and she said losing love is like a window in your heart
everybody sees you're blown apart
everybody sees the wind blow

I'm going to Graceland, Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
poor boys and pilgrims with families
and we are going to Graceland

And my traveling companions are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
but I've reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland

There is a girl in New York City
who calls herself the human trampoline
and sometimes when I'm falling, flying
or tumbling in turmoil I say
oh, so this is what she means
she means we're bouncing into Graceland

And I see losing love is like a window in your heart
everybody sees you're blown apart
everybody feels the wind blow
in Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
for reasons I cannot explain there's some part of me
wants to see Graceland

And I may be obliged to defend
every love, every ending
or maybe there's no obligations now
maybe I've a reason to believe we all will be received
in Graceland