Gracie takes the bottles from the porch where you had left them

There are age-old drinks of wine you never shared.

Drivin' down the motorway, with all the best intentions,

She 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 till it's cold

Her reflection in the window of the stars 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 mi-i-i-i-iles

la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la 



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