I wonder,
did I smile that day?
Did some dreamy absent look
draw her eye?
I don't recall, in truth
I don't remember anything much about the day.
Somehow though I guess she chose
I guess it was alright with me
I guess I never did say no
Somehow it seemed that we were spending time
and somehow all that time just seemed to grow.

Did I ask her? Really?
I guess I did and somehow I should recall
but looking back it all was such a blur
I guess she answered yes.
But that was a million years ago
and what did we know back then?

I guess I should have known
that something wasn't right
I should have wondered why certain words
just never came from her
I should have known but I was young

She always liked me, no doubt of that,
and I knew what she wanted
I knew she wanted to escape
but I never realized that I was just
a safe way out

But that was a million years ago
it hardly matters now
We were young
what did we know of love?