Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Bic Runga
Gracie
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
Gracie was written by Bic Runga.
Gracie was produced by Andre Upston.