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 d**h 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