Gracie takes the bottles from the porch where you have left them 
They are age old drinks of wine and wishin' 
Drivin' down the monorail 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 kleenex to make a smile 
You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes 
Regrets an open road that stretches out for miles 
Coffee pots and bottles cups and all of this disorder 
She soaks her plates in the dishwater till its cold 
Her reflection in the windows of the stars 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 kleenex to make a smile 
You thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes 
Regrets an open road that stretches out for miles 

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You she thinks of in the hours while shes awake 
She takes her lipstick from her kleenex to make a smile 
You thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes 
Regrets an open road that stretches out for miles
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