Im driving to get to you Im trying to save you tonite Youre favourite word has become "tired" And theres no reason Im parked by the record store And you take your time If the mallrat-kids ask what im waiting for Ill sing Grechen steals the show No matter where she goes Everybody looks her way Grechen wants to live Somewhere else but here Maybe she could fit in In new york.. Im waiting with the postcards You sent on my birthday It brings me luck So much that i dont even know What to say I know where you must me You must be waiting for me If were both waiting for each other in the snow I think that's too good to be true She spins me around, miss merry-go-round And im on the ground Cause everyones down Im falling at her feet On a driveway on her street She got us apple+cinnamon coffee For the weekend And i love her But grechen works in starbucks yea !