Six feet from the headlights; twenty from the store
Sometime way past midnight in 1994
She had all her plans made
None could shake her stride
He married his soul mate no thoughts of quick goodbyes
2am on a Sunday
Their plane took off at nine
They drove through the storms of rain to make it just in time
When two had just a few and another had too much
Collision course on a Sunday in an empty parking lot
The day that they first met, their futures intertwined
Stories shared and dreams were made, and laughs were mixed with wine
She had such a smile, he could not deny
They walked down the isle, no thoughts of quick goodbyes