Arco Years

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

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

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