Bluebell

You got married in a green dress you stole from your sister's closet

We drove north in a truck I sold when we bought our first cottage

And I proposed in the parking lot the night that we first met

You said, Yes, but Bill, you didn't take me out to dinner yet

Oh the letters to my mother dreamed of you before I even knew

Filled with whispers of adventure, glass slippers, and army boots

And you smile like an actress so allured across the room

A thousand blurred-out faces, my spotlight is stuck on you

Lead me through your favorite sunsets

Take me anywhere the sunlight is endless