Maybe she's becoming aware of her own mortality
The thought of having children doesn't seem so wrong
Maybe he's grown tired of looking for that perfect woman
When the perfect woman's been there all along

I've seen them walking down the aisle
The groom nervous, the bride all smiles
Both feel a little foolish
After all these years
They think they know each other well
But looking in their eyes
No one can tell
They're trying hard to cover up
Those age-old fears

And I've stood there with the single women
When the bride throws the bouquet
Never really wanting it
I reach out anyway
Like I've been reaching, I've been searching
For something I can hold
Still young enough to think there's lots of time
Before I am too old for all of this

And I've danced with the best man
And all the relatives
The music sounds so tinny as I glide across the room
Oh, It feels strange to dance at weddings
Of those who swore they'd never marry
Those off now on their honeymoon

Everyone I know is getting married next summer
Living together isn't enough, I guess
Blushing 30-year-old brides
Register their silver
And go shopping for that long white dress

by Christine Lavin
@ 1981 Blendingwell Music, Inc. c/o Publishers' Licensing Corporation 94 Grand Avenue, Englewood, NJ 07631