Verse 1 Down the road she’d come again, that old grey Peugeot van, Dust rising up behind her like it knew the kind of woman she ran. Grandma Sinclair, stern as stone, with eyes that saw straight through, And somehow she always showed up right when I needed her to. Chorus That old grey Peugeot van, rolling through the years, Carried love and blunt advice, a hug or sometimes tears. No phones back in those days, just timing no one planned... But Grandma always found me in that old grey Peugeot van. Verse 2 When we were little kids at home, she’d pull up by the gate, We’d hear that engine coughing and know Gran wouldn’t wait. “Come on then, don’t stand dreaming,” she’d call before she parked... Come and see the dog, but watch his bite and bark. Chorus That old grey Peugeot van, rolling through the years, Carried love and blunt advice, a hug or sometimes tears. No phones back in those days, just timing no one planned... But Grandma always found me in that old grey Peugeot van. Verse 3 Later on in a caravan park, when money was running thin, I heard that rattling engine and I knew who it was again. She climbed out with a sowing machine - my very first, old and worn... “Fix what you can, girl,” she said, “that’s how strong women are born.” Verse 4 And when my life was falling apart, and I didn’t know where to stand, She turned up like a lighthouse, stepping out of that van. Didn’t sugar-coat a syllable, told me truths I didn’t want to hear... But she held my hand afterward, rough palm wiping my tears. Chorus That old grey Peugeot van, rolling through the years, Carried love and blunt advice, a hug or sometimes tears. No phones back in those days, just timing no one planned... But Grandma always found me in that old grey Peugeot van. Bridge I swear she had some sixth sense, some Grandma radar in her bones... Knew the cracks in all our hearts without a letter, call, or phone. And now when life gets heavy, I still hear that engine roar, Like she’s driving up the driveway, ready to steady me once more. Final Chorus That old grey Peugeot van, rolling through my mind, Her voice, her strength, her stubborn love, the legacy she left behind. Fifty years and that sowing machine still stitches where it can... But nothing mended quite like Gran …in that old grey Peugeot van.
