White Suburban sing and play along

I knew you before.

Took a lifetime to forget,

but as my eyes meet yours,

I take all I can get.

They light up the shadows of my heart,

return stolen works of art.

Yet you can't discern this moment's

grace.

But I still remember you

in that big old white Suburban;

and though you look right past me with

disregard, the first won't happen twice.

My gaze shifts to the ground.

More alone than I was then.

I have searched your eyes,

but they don't comprehend.

I crawl back into the shadows of my heart,

and just sit there in the dark,

where you don't requite the love you still take.

But I still remember you

in that big old white Suburban.

And though you look right past me with

disregard,

and although I've since moved on,

and I've been in love a few times,

there's still a piece of me that holds

onto you.

'Cause the first won't happen twice,

it won't happen twice,

it won't happen twice.

Ooh, I remember you

in that big old white Suburban.

And although you look right past me with disregard,

and although I've since moved on,

and I've been in love a few times,

there's still a piece of me that can't let go of you.

'Cause the first won't happen twice.