More songs by Gracie Abrams
Description
There are stories like this - quiet, as if overheard by chance in a bar on a half-empty stool. Where ice melts in a glass, and a photograph that should have been thrown away long ago still lives in your wallet. But you can't bring yourself to do it - what if you take it out and something important disappears, something that keeps you afloat.
Everything seems to be over, but planes still fly across the states of memories. And somewhere between the clouds and lakes, a ghost flashes - not in the spirit of horror movies, but simply a reminder that true love does not die, it spreads through the air and water, becoming the weather inside.
And all around are polite toasts, awkward jokes, the desire to pretend that everything is under control. But in the end, there is one wish, simple and almost affectionate, like a signature on a postcard sent too late: good luck, Charlie.
Lyrics and translation
Original
You keep a picture of Audrey inside of your wallet
Went for a drink and the bartender thought she was dead
He made you live out that nightmare, and you nearly lost it
You made a joke, and you watched it go over his head
And now it all comes down to you
It all comes down to you
Good luck, Charlie
I hope you're happy
You know that it's her or nothing
Now, when you fly over Michigan, I'll bet you see her
This isn't what you wanted
You can go home at night, and you might really not need her
Now, it all comes down to you
Right on the wing of the plane, in the lakes, in the sky
Good luck, Charlie
I hope you're ready
But you feel her everywhere, she is the love of your life
You know that it's her or nothing
Good luck, Charlie
I hope you're happy
'Cause this isn't what you wanted