I first met you in 1982
You were drunk and I was underage
So now here you are still hanging on the bar
And I'm still staring at you from the stage
And I can't be mad at you for coming here with someone else
And I don't want to laugh at you, but somehow I can't help myself
'Cause there was a time when you looked me in the eye
But now you only look me in the nose
And you were at your best with whiskey on your dress
It stained a bit, but it was only clothes
And I won't buy a drink for you, but that won't mean we're enemies
And though I often think of you, they're not all pleasant memories
Cause time won't heal the hurt - it drags you in the dirt
And patience is a virtue that only seems to hurt you
And someone may be waiting for you when the night is done
Yes, someone may be waiting here... but I won't be the one
So I sit here by myself with a yearbook on my shelf
A document of all I meant to you
Well, you misspelled my name, wrote "Please don't ever change!
Stay in touch! Good luck in all you do!"
I know it shouldn't matter much, but nothing else remains of you
I know I should have had a hunch that you took something with you, too
'Cause there was a time when the words all seemed to rhyme
And they never seemed to tangle with the tune
But I'm sick and tired of feeling uninspired
And you can't get out of my life too soon
And I won't buy a drink for you, but that won't mean we're enemies
'Cause though I often think of you, they're not all pleasant memories
'Cause time won't heal the hurt - it drags you in the dirt
And patience is a virtue that only seems to hurt you
And someone may be waiting for you when the night is done
Yes, someone may be waiting here... but I won't be the one