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