Arco Years

{intimate

fingerpicked acoustic guitar intro} {warm analog tape hiss} We met where I

worked at the Arco station

Just around the corner from North High

I opened her car door,

she fell to the ground

I apologized, helped her back inside

I had just turned eighteen,

learning how to fly

Our first date

at the Christmas formal

I couldn't dance

and kept it deep inside

Waiting for that slow song to play

Underneath

the gym's paper skies

{acoustic guitar strumming opens up} We walked out onto the wooden floor

I took her hand,

took just one step

She laughed and said "you can't dance at all!"

So she told me to follow,

and I did

I'll never forget how

beautiful she looked right then

(yeah, right then) Fifty-one years of steps along the way

Four kids laughing, eight grandkids at play

And we're still moving

to the very same tune

Underneath the silver

of a late-day moon

{violin and cello swelling warmly} Our first date

at the Christmas formal

I couldn't dance

and kept it deep inside

Waiting for that slow song to play

Underneath

the gym's paper skies (hummmm)

I just followed her lead

And I'm following still

Fifty-one years and I always will {guitar fades out to a single

sustained

string note}