Bottom Of The Glass

You with your skirt
You with your pirate smile
Haven't you heard
That I have seen you before?
Sweet gal

My sun has risen
Colors changed from dark to bright
But you are the cloud
That saved me from a lonely sky
Sweet gal

And I wonder
Why a little red car takes you out of sight
And I wonder
Why it hurts so much that I want to cry

You with your jeans
You sit there in the dark moonlight
I hope that our eyes
Meet through the bottom of the glass
Sweet gal

You want me to play
Some stories of a pretty hard life
But I'm ready to tell you
So much more from inside
Sweet gal

And I wonder
Why a little red car takes you out of sight
And I wonder
Why it hurts so much that I want to cry
And I wonder
Why your last word wasn't mine
And I wonder
Why it hurts so much that I want to cry