Every time I get
your invitation
my heart it skips a beat
it's true my dear
i go and buy my ticket
my motivation
is to ride old thirty nine
again this year

it's funny how life moves on
never waiting for the song....to end
it's funny how life moves on
strangers on a train
and life moves on

one weekend every year
no communication
it's something that i just
don't understand
we go our separate ways
no commisseration
loving you this way
just wasn't planned

One day we will have to say
that it is over
we can't fool ourselves
we've gone to far
but, for now each year
i await your letter
longing for the day
that you'll be near