Gracie


Gracie takes the bottles from the porch where you have left them
There are age old dregs of wine you never shared
Drivin’ down the motorway with all the best intentions
She’s a picture of perfection with her cotton colored hair

But its you she thinks of in the hours while she’s awake
She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile
You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes
Regret’s an open road that stretches out for miles

Coffee pots and bottles cups and all of this disorder
She soaks the plates in the dishwater ’till it’s cold
Her reflection in the windows of the stores around the corner
Walk beside her while she’s striding down the road

But its you she thinks of in the hours while she’s awake
She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile
You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes
Regret’s an open road that stretches out for miles

La la la la la

But its you she thinks of in the hours while she’s awake
She takes her lipstick from her case to make a smile
You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes
Regret’s an open road that stretches out for miles


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