I remember that night at the prom
And you with that green dress on
With me all velveted up
In my fancy tux

Our young hearts thought the song would last
Now all mine does is hum of the past
Forgetting the words
As life runs its course

Your parents up and packed you away
To the cold North where cars used to be made
Now a desolate town
The Japanese tore the dream down

And me in the meantime
Joined Uncle Sam to fight the good fight
I needed the space
To get away

I either came to or out of my senses
Called you up saying I can not do this
The entangled wedding vow
That somehow came about

So you went your way and I went mine
Over the static of the telephone line
I think it worked out for the best
For us and the rest

Now here we are years down the road
My mind suddenly deciding to unload
With that night at the prom
And you with that green dress on