You married a High school fling,
Sold your Mustang for a wedding ring.
You got married in a church,
Though I've never heard you say a prayer.
She floated down the isle,
Though she wasn't the one who caught your stare.
I sat in the gallery, hid myself from view,
Though I knew you could see me, you and only you.
You moved from the city, to live in a country home,
But in this big old house, you're bound to feel alone.
Two years on, you got the big news,
You should be happy, yet you're singing the baby blues.
She sold your records to buy a crib,
The last thing you had of the life you once lived.
Now the music in your live is gone,
Replace rock and roll with a 3am baby call.
You work in a office each day, to make ends meet,
I remember when you told me you would never be tied down, but now your tied, hands and feet.
Do you still have your guitar, or did she sell it too?
Married life has changed you, but truly I don't blame you.
Do you remember the love song that you wrote? Because I do,
You said you where saving it for someone special.
Did she hear that song? I highly doubt she'd understand,
The strong connection we had in that band.
But I guess I could be wrong, but then again I know you,
That song was only heard by two.
And those two, were me and you.