Met my old lov er in the (Am7)gro c’ry store.

The snow was fall ing Christ mas (Am7)Eve.

I stole be hind her in the (Am7)fro zen foods and (G)I (F#)touched her on the sleeve.

She did n’t rec og nize the (Am7)face at first,

but then her eyes flew o pen (Am7)wide.

She went to hug me and she (Am7)spilled her purse and (G)we (F#)laughed un til we cried.

We drank a toast to (F)in no cence; we (G)drank a toast to now.

We tried to reach be yond the (F)emp ti ness, but (G)nei ther one knew how.

We drank a toast to (F)in no cence, we (G)drank a toast to time;

re liv ing, in our (F)el o quence, an (G)oth er “Auld Lang (G)Syne.”

The beer was emp ty and our (Am7)tongues were tired,

and run ning out of things to (Am7)say.

She gave a kiss to me as (Am)I (G)got (Am)out, and I (D9)watched her drive a way.

Just for a mo ment I was (Am7)back at school,

and felt that old fa mil iar (Am7)pain.

And, as I turned to make my (Am)way (G)back (Am)home, the (D9)snow turned in to (F)rain....