He was drunk and so was she

That night at the motel —

Two twenty-somethings

Trying out there wings

He asked her if she’d marry him

She said, let’s have sex first;

And then we’ll see what else

The morning brings

They each had vacancies the other

Could be used to fill:

And nothing really mattered

But the night

Outside the motel window

Neon signs were all aglow,

But in the room 

Things never got that bright

Now it’s been forty years, so hell, 

Why tell this story now?

Two lousy lovers’ 

Crummy one-night stand —

Because life is a circle,

It’s just all one big motel —

But why it’s so

I’ll never

Understand