I went to a party
And talked to a beautiful girl
And sometimes her boyfriend
My own girlfriend was at home
With the flu
In bed and surrounded by what looked like the wreckage of a tissue airliner
Crashed into the rolling farm fields of her blanket
No survivors
Meanwhile, at the party
I am talking to the beautiful girl
Sitting on the arm of a couch
Because I have had enough beer by now
To make this seem comfortable
And we laugh about something
That I will try to remember
The whole drive home
