Reunions

First one in the city Wearin' all those gra*s stained jeans Nothing is forgotten, everyone is pleased. Someone got his hair cut The girls have lots to say His friends had felt more comfortable With it worn the other way And I don't know if I'll see you again. Next one at the old house Snow is on the ground Photographs and wine are pa*sed around Someone toasts an absent friend Another takes his seat They gather round the dying fire But the circle's not complete And I don't know if I'll see you again Last one by the highway Wind blows through thin smiles Someone made a wrong turn Missed a joke by miles Someone got their hair cut A tear in her eye But no one even comments - Except to say 'goodbye' And I don't know if I'll see you again.