Bottle Of Red

Got my bottle of red
Got my girl, got a girl
dreaming of me In my bed.
And when I'm in this mood
The cars and the juggernauts
My ears catch on the breeze
Drive through the gaps in my fingers
And disappear, in the swaying of the trees.
Got my bottle with me
Left my girl, left a girl
Now I'm thinking of her, thinking of she
And the juggernauts and cars
That I hear on the road
Like thunder working overtime
Drive past the thumb I put out, hopelessly.
And I'll think of you. Will you think of me?