Twenty years from now,
my daughter will ask me,
"Have you ever been in love."
I'll remember their names.

"Yes.
The first one,
We burnt out,
And then he faded away like smoke.
He's a graphic artist now,
I bet you've read his comics.
High school sweethearts.
We were like a fire,
I hope you have that one day.
He's the one that got away."

Then she'll ask if I fell in love again.
And I'll mention your name,
And the night I called you up,
Asked you how things were,
Guess what? You're engaged.
I congratulated you,
But look, I have to get going.
And as I cry against the bathroom door,
I call my friend,
And tell her that you're the one who got away.

"But what about daddy?"
Is what she will ask.

I'll only shake my head.
"I love your father,
Oh so very much.
But there's no fire,
And the passion has gone away."

Because of the two boys I fell in love with,
They're the only ones,
Who ever got away.