It was a church in Chicago,
there was rain coming down.
Did it splash on your shoes,
on your pretty white gown?
Was your family there waiting just to see what you’d do?
Were you taking his arm, this man that you hardly knew?
And was it too overwhelming,
such a family name did it make him seem special,
did it make you ashamed?
Or did it make you want something that you never had known,
like an imported car, or a family home?
Did he treat you nicely as he drove you away
or was it all downhill after your wedding day?
Caught up in dishes and laundry, your head in a fog,
were you losing the dream between the kids and the dog?
And then you drove across country maybe four or five times,
they were lateral moves, paying nickels and dimes,
and was it just too hectic, was it just too hard were you broke and alone,
had you traveled too far?
When you finally left him, you left him for good,
and you never looked back, no you did what you could,
but did you wind up lonely,
at night in your bed were you working too hard
just to keep ’em all fed? Be a planter.
Take a seed and guide it towards the sun.
Be a dancer, as you dance you’ll find you’re not the only one
to change your mind.
And now it’s 30 years later and you see your mistake,
cause you thought life was fair,
now you know that it ain’t,
and if you still feel cheated
well it’s only because you wanted more out of life
than there ever was.
But girl you still got something,
you know it’s the truth,
tho it’s not quite beauty,
it’s not quite youth,
and if you take it real easy,
alone in your yard it’ll come back to you,
you got the house and the car.
It was a church in Chicago there was rain coming down.
Did it wash you away, did it wash up the town?
And if you had to do over all those things that you did,
would you marry him still, would you have his two kids?
Or would you just keep driving further
until you finally got it all and then you’d get your fill,
or would you miss that family that you could have had?
Would you make up your mind, it really wasn’t that bad?