(+) Dan Fogelberg - Same Old Lang Syne (from Live: Greetings from the West)
Met my old lover in the
grocery store
The snow was falling
Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the
frozen foods
And I touched her on the
sleeve
She didn't recognize the
face at first
But then her eyes flew open
wide
She went to hug me and she
spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.
We took her groceries to the
checkout stand
The food was totalled up and
bagged
We stood there lost in our
embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves a
drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the
liquor store
And we drank it in her car.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the
emptiness
But neither one knew how.
She said she'd married her an
architect
Who kept her warm and safe
and dry
She would have liked to say
she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie.
I said the years had been
a friend to her
And that her eyes were still
as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't
sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude.
She said she saw me in the
record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was
heavenly
But the traveling was hell.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the
emptiness
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'...
The beer was empty and our
tongues were tired
And running out of things
to say
She gave a kiss to me as I
got out
And I watched her drive away.
Just for a moment I was back
at school
And felt that old familiar
pain
And as I turned to make my
way back home
The snow turned into rain