I'm driving to get to you
I'm tryin' to see you tonight
Your favorite word has become tired
And there's no reason
I'm parked by the record store
And you take your time
If the mall rat kids ask what I'm waiting for I'll say,
"Gretchen steals the show; no matter where she goes everybody looks her way
Gretchen wants to live, somewhere else but here
Maybe she could fit-in in New York"
I'm waiting with a postcard, you said on my birthday,
"It brings me luck so much that I don't even know what to say"
I know where you must be
You must be waiting for me
If we're both waiting for each other in the snow
I think that you, you've just got to be true
Gretchen steal the show; no matter where so goes, everybody looks her way
Gretchen wants to live somewhere else but here
Maybe she could fit-in in New York
She spins me around, Miss Merry-go-round
When I'm on the ground and everyone's down
Yeah, I'm falling at her feet and on a drive way on a street
She's got an apple and cinnamon coffee for the weekend
And I love her, but Gretchen works in Starbucks, yeah