Invitation

Arriving in the mail A paper invite sailed Into my lined and heavy mail Thumb along the edge Come see the party lights Come for one special night Wear your finest duds inside A wonderful affair Maybe I was wrong to leave Maybe I was full of grief Time was always pushing us along My shine is thrown aside I came alive that night Pressing cheeks and making eyes At every shining face Maybe I was wrong to leave Maybe I was full of grief Time was always pushing us along When the band plays We'll sing our favorite songs, boys When the band plays We'll dance and sing along, boys One moment stands alone One dancer held me close Thoughts of romance turning loose Wild inventions Maybe I was wrong to leave Maybe I was full of grief Time was always pushing us along Time was always pushing us along