Hiding in the old barn, with nothing else to do.
Watching your father as he fixed the old mare's shoe.
Lying in the hay field, wondering at a cloud.
Sharing the same thoughts we'd never say out loud.
Driving to a movie, walking in the rain,
Sneaking by the rail road to watch a passing train.
Life was good and easy, we didn't think a lot.
Took it all for granted, just accepted what we'd got.
Until that lonesome morning when you went off to school,
And I stayed in our home town where I could play the fool.
Thirty years later, your kids have gone away,
Your husband's on the west coast with his bimbo of the day.
The old barn is still standing though there's nobody there.
The old mare long since passed away and your pa has done his share.
Lying in the hay field, watching the same old cloud,
Thinking the same thoughts, I tell you right out loud.
Maybe we can make it, and maybe we won't,
Why don't we take the chance, be a shame if we don't.
Stepping through the chapel door, greeting our old friend,
Hoping that you'll say I do, our love will never end.