That night, beneath the stars, our eyes made promise we could never keep. Just to kids, who fell in love with each other for the first time. Who would have thought that what seemed so sweet would one day come to an end?
Standing by a parking meter, When I caught a glimpse of Rita, Filling in a ticket in her little white book. In a cap she looked much older, And the bag across her shoulder Made her look a little like a military man.