She found she was walking on the ground of a one way street   And she cried when she looked in the eye of the people she met   There was no blood there was no secret power   When she counted the cost of all she'd lost   From her ivory tower      She said, "I have courage and I have grace   A kind of wisdom and a certain faith   But it's all I can manage    To keep this place of mine   Alive … alive      She kept all the tears she wept in a small container   So when they asked for proof of what she called her truth she said,    "It couldn't be plainer". She told them, "You give me this name   I carry your pain , I do your dying for you   But there's a chance I'll bleed or dare to need   A thread of life to cling to".      She said, "I have courage and I have grace   A kind of wisdom and a certain faith   But it's all I can manage    To keep this place of mine   Alive … alive   All I do is pray …      Produced by Mark Street   Engineering and programming - Annie O'Raque   Guitars - Annie O'Raque, Jane   Piano and keyboards - Pete Jacobsen   Lead and backing vocals - Jane   Words and Music - Jane