Gracie - Bic Runga

Gracie takes the bottles from the porch we you had 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 cut and coloured hair

But it’s 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

Regrets, an open road that streches out for miles

Coffee pots and bottle tops, and all of this disorder

She soaks the plates in the dishwater 'til it’s cold

Her reflection in the windows of the stores around the corner

Walk beside her as she’s stridin' down the road

But it’s 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

Regrets, an open road that streches out for miles

Lalalalalalalala, lalalalalalala, lalalalalalala, lalalalalalala

Lalalalalalala.

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

Regrets, an open road that streches out for miles