2013年12月16日 星期一

Same Old Lang Syne

 
飄虹
 
 
 
“Same Old Lang SyneDan 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 into rain

 
 
 
 
 
霞映
 
竹屋流雲
 
丹霞歸鳥
 
晚雲闌干
 
向晚
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 






 

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