Same Old Lang Syne

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 criedWe 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...