Gracie lived alone on the second floor in a house like yours Folded clothes Folded letters And the voices on the phone she never cared to answer Her father didn't like me And he died in his sleep when we were both eighteen A week ago she told me she was leaving And she'll leave alone Same way she always goes So come and see me if I'm on the way But I'm not holding on if you would leave when I would stay Nothing's wrong, I don't mind Happy just to know I was a way to pass your beautiful time Gracie left today at 5am on a cross-country plane 5am, staring at my phone The message never came, a light that never shone So come and see me if I'm on the way But I'm not holding on if you would leave when I would stay Nothing wrong, I don't mind Happy just to know I was a way to pass your beautiful time