Sara Messenger © 1997
You were driving and I sat down behind you
After I disembarked
Things just seemed too serious
So I cracked some sarcastic remark
The others didn’t get it, they thought I was kinda strange
In the front seat some looks may have been exchanged
But you rescued me so gracefully with a wink on my behalf
And I saw you look back and laugh
Look back and laugh, I saw you look back and laugh
Now you’re freeze-framed in my mind
Just like a cherished photograph
And I see you look back and laugh
I was dying under the weight of my convictions
I called you as a last resort
It was 80-below in Chicago so I met you in New York
I just couldn’t go on living, but I didn’t want to die
You said you’d never heard me sound that way
You put flowers by the bedside, cried
And promised that someday
I would look back and laugh
Look back and laugh,
You said I’d look back and laugh
Someday when memory frames it
In a faded photograph
You said I’d look back and laugh
Now we’re halfway down the good red road
Things haven’t always happened by design
And it seems kinda queer that we’d end up here
Where the optimistic sun shines
Now your body’s tired of living, but it’s just too soon to die
Whatever happened to the grand plan that we made?
Where two old friends in rocking chairs
Just sip our lemonade
And we just look back and laugh
Look back and laugh,
Someday we’ll look back and laugh
Someday memory will frame it
In a thousand photographs
And we’ll just look back and laugh
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