It Was The Wedding Of An Uncle (Orleans LXVI '91)

It was the wedding of an uncle when I first met Sarah Klein
We started with a shot of whiskey then we drank some wine
And she told me 'bout her brother who had died the year before
She talked about him for just so long 'til she couldn't anymore

And everybody wondered where we were

We wandered to our table and ate a chicken's breast
She spilled a little mustard on the lapel of my vest
I told her it was all right, it wasn't really mine
And we went back to the whiskey and the wine

And everybody danced around the floor

Well we danced to an old song as the bride and groom went by
She held herself against me as the bride's mother starts to cry
The father's looking stoic and the groom's a little drunk
He's tired from the planning, his eyes are a bit sunk

And we all watched them walk right out the door

By the end of the night I'd forgotten her brother's name
But I remembered the whole story, it was sad just the same
And still she clung to me, all my cousins winked their eyes
And I thought about her brother in the dirt collecting flies

And they all asked if I thought I'd get some more

"I'm going to the bathroom," I left her drinking wine
I sat inside my car and the engine starts to grind
I had heard the sob story, can't stand to hear no more
So I left her looking at the bathroom door

I can't help it if I'm still a little sore