Our Year One

I can tell you a little something about the Gulf of Napoli,

that's as good a sales pitch as I had for the gal in front of me.

A tall brunette beauty with her glasses scratched to hell—

a hidden stain on her shirt, but nonetheless a belle.

 

Though I left with just a maybe, maybe that's just what it took.

She'd never been out fishing, but she could clearly set a hook. 

I knew she was something special when I took her to the store.

We came for frozen cherries, but we found a little more.

*chorus*

It's dollar-fifty hotdogs

but it's fancy dinners too. 

Lazy days on a hated couch 

and dances all night through.

It's 2010 Suduiraut.

It's slogging through a run.

It's everything I could have dreamed 

and it's only our year one.

and it's only

our

year

one. 

 

God dropped his giant orange bowling ball in the land of Montreal.

I can show you where is landed, though no one saw it fall.

We were sitting eating cheese curds as I lost the words to say—

a peculiar place to fall in love, between oranges and freeways.

 

You can decorate a palm tree, for a Christmas in the sun. 

You’ll make a little pastry and I’ll sass you just for fun. 

That Biscayne Bay’s a beauty, but you’ve got the upper hand. 

What a treasure of a memory as we walked the golden sands. 

*chorus*

It's dollar-fifty hotdogs

but it's fancy dinners too. 

Lazy days on a hated couch 

and dances all night through.

It's 2010 Suduiraut.

It's slogging through a run.

It's everything I could have dreamed 

and it's only our year one.

and it's only

our

year

one. 

 

What stories will we tell at our year five or our year 10?

What time apart will we endure and loving passions spend?

Will we travel distant horizons and cross through foreign lands? 

Or be at home with new loved ones and crafting future plans?

Love's a bolt of lightning and I feel electrified.

I'm beholden to the thought of you like it's burning deep inside.

There are hardly words to type, nor songs to draft by pen 

that could ever in a hundred tries to capture the year it's been.

 

*outro*

What a year it’s been.

What a year it’s been. 

What a year it’s been. 

What a year it's been.