Feeling sappy for the Holidaze...

 Old Lang Syne 

-Dan Fogelberg 

Met my old lover in the grocery store 

The snow was falling Christmas Eve 

I stood 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 check out stand 

The food was totaled up and bagged 

We stood there lost in our embarrassment 

As the conversation lagged 

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 

We tried to reach beyond the emptiness 

But neither one knew how 

She said she's 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 

We 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