There’ll be no more running round for me,
No more backing down, you’ll see —
Whatever lies in store for me,
I’ll get through it.
There’ll be no more going half the way,
You’d better listen to these words I say
Whatever ties they bound to me,
I’ll cut through them.
Now I found some
Grace beneath the judge’s gavel,
Grace among my brothers on the firing line,
Grace upon this road less travelled,
Grace beneath the pines, the pines,
Grace beneath the pines.
As Glen Hansard stood at the edge of the Chicago Theatre’s stage, singing the first lines of “Grace Beneath the Pines” completely unplugged to a sold-out audience, I knew we were in for a mesmerizing evening. The concert tickets were my gift to Ben for his birthday, but it was one of those self-serving gifts because I benefited as well.