Same Old Lang Syne
By: Dan Fogelberg
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 in to rain...
I love it. In other news, I may become the fish girl at petsmart and get to hang around with strange animals (and people) all day rather then remaining a cashier. And that would be good. I wouldn't be as bored, and I'll learn slightly interesting things about fish and what not.
Things have been fun. Week and half left of school for me, and still I have those major projects to do. In my head, evertime I think about them, I just go "blah,blah,blah" and it goes away.
Posted by Maleta at 11:02 p.m.