: Canopy :

Meet me beneath the canopy
Of Gracie, the Great Oak
She knows everything
We'll talk about summer
We'll talk about sex
We'll talk about sound
And whatever comes next
Jesus once said
A good name was enough
But you and I
Could never have too much
Meet me beneath the canopy
She knows more than she should
Poor Gracie
We'll come to terms with imperfection
Confess our greatest sins
Beg for forgiveness
And do it all again
But I like you better this way
With your honest hipocrisy
You're just like me
Beneath the canopy