Same Old Lang Syne

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 (aah...)

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 (aah...)

(Hmm...) hmm

Hmm...

Oh, love

Oh... (aah...)

We took her groceries to the checkout stand

The food was totaled up and bagged

We stood there lost in our embarrassment

As the conversation dragged (aah...)

Hmm, 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 (aah...) (ooh)

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've liked to say she loved the man

But she didn't like to lie (aah...)

I said the years had been a friend to her

And that her eyes were still as blue (still as blue)

But in those eyes, I wasn't sure if I

Saw doubt or gratitude, yeah

She said she saw me in the record store

And that I must be doing well

I said, "The audience was heavenly"

"But the traveling was hell, yeah" (aah...)

We drank a toast to innocence (ooh)

We drank a toast to now (oh)

And tried to reach beyond the emptiness

But neither one knew how, oh

We drank a toast to innocence (woo-oo)

We drank a toast to time (to time)

Reliving in our eloquence

Another old lang syne

Should old acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind?

Should old acquaintance be forgot

And days of old lang syne?