Same Old Lang Syne sing and play along

Met my old lover in the groc'ry store.

The snow was falling Christmas Eve.

I stole behind her in the frozen foods and I touched her on the sleeve.

She didn't recognize the face at first,

but then her eyes flew open wide.

She went to hug me and she spilled her purse and we laughed until we cried.

We drank a toast to innocence;

we drank a toast to now.

We tried to reach beyond the emptiness,

but neither one knew how.

We drank a toast to innocence,

we drank a toast to time;

reliving, in our eloquence,

another "Auld Lang

Syne." The beer was empty and our tongues were tired,

and running out of things to say.

She gave a kiss to me as I got out,

and I watched her drive away.

Just for a moment I was back at school,

and felt that old familiar pain.

And, as I turned to make my way back home,

the snow turned into rain....