Met my old lover in the grocery storeThe snow was falling Christmas EveI stole behind her in the frozen foodsAnd I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at firstBut then her eyes flew open wideShe went to hug me, and she spilled her purseAnd we laughed until we cried
We took her groceries to the checkout standThe food was totaled up and baggedWe stood there lost in our embarrassmentAs the conversation dragged
Went to have ourselves a drink or twoBut couldn't find an open barWe bought a six-pack at the liquor storeAnd we drank it in her car
We drank a toast to innocenceWe drank a toast to nowAnd tried to reach beyond the emptinessBut neither one knew how
She said she'd married her an architectWho kept her warm and safe and dryShe would've liked to say she loved the manBut she didn't like to lie
I said the years had been a friend to herAnd that her eyes were still as blueBut in those eyes, I wasn't sure if ISaw doubt or gratitude
She said she saw me in the record storesAnd that I must be doing wellI said, "The audience was heavenlyBut the traveling was hell"
We drank a toast to innocenceWe drank a toast to nowAnd tried to reach beyond the emptinessBut neither one knew how
We drank a toast to innocenceWe drank a toast to timeReliving in our eloquenceAnother auld lang syne
The beer was empty, and our tongues were tiredAnd running out of things to sayShe gave a kiss to me as I got outAnd I watched her drive away
Just for a moment, I was back at schoolAnd felt that old familiar painAnd as I turned to make my way back homeThe snow turned into rain