It might’ve been a Saturday night
It ain’t clear it was so long ago
It was somewhere across the county line
A dance or a party I don’t know
But I do know you looked like an angel
And your eyes were the color of your dress.

There’s a million things I don’t remember
But that’s the one thing that I won’t forget.

It might’ve been a Saturday night
It was either my folks car or yours
I know that we went to some drive-in
What was playing that night I’m not sure
But I am sure you whispered you loved me
As my lips softly pressed against your neck.

There’s a million ...

After a while I guess we agreed
We had wings we needed to test
Somehow we talked ourselves out of love
That such close to love as I’ve gotten yet.

It was 2:21 on a Sunday
And I found myself standing in the rain
You blew me a kiss through the window
As your greyhound was pulling away
Inside I was dying to stop you
I should’ve listened to my heart
And not my head.
There’s a million