Same Old Lang Syne

Met my old lover in the grocery store The snow was falling, Christmas Eve I stood 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 Hmm Hmm Oh, love Oh We took her groceries to the checkout stand The food was totaled up and bagged We stood there lost in our embarrassment As the conversation dragged Hmm, we went to have ourselves a drink or two But couldn't find an open bar We bought a six-pack at the liquor store And we drank it in her car (ooh) We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now And tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how She said she'd married her an architect Who kept her warm and safe and dry She would've liked to say she loved the man But she didn't like to lie I said the years had been a friend to her And that her eyes were still as blue (still as blue) But in those eyes, I wasn't sure if I Saw doubt or gratitude, yeah She said she saw me in the record store And that I must be doing well I said, "The audience was heavenly" "But the traveling was hell, yeah" We drank a toast to innocence (ooh) We drank a toast to now (oh) And tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how, oh We drank a toast to innocence (woo-oo) We drank a toast to time (to time) Reliving in our eloquence Another old lang syne Should old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot And days of old lang syne?