Forty, Someone Else's Wedding

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Verse

I am seated at the table with the nobody-else-is guest
And the band is playing something and the table's got the wine
And the groom has got a speech that makes the whole enormous line
Of everybody's mothers start to cry, and it's divine
Oh I'm happy, I am happy, and I'm happy, and I'm fine
And I clap until my hands hurt and I mean it in my chest
And I step outside for air because the air is what is best
And I stand there in a rented suit and let it do the rest

Chorus

It's okay, it's okay
You will go to eighty weddings and you'll go to them alone
And you'll dance with all the children and you'll drive yourself back home
And the love you brought there with you was the realest thing they'd known
Oh I promise you, I promise you, it counted on its own
It's okay, it's okay
You are early, you are early, that is all, and that's okay
And the rest of it is coming, it is coming, it's on its way

Verse

There's a moment around midnight when I'm walking to the car
And the parking lot is empty and the tent is full of light
And I hear the music swelling and I hear them all delight
And I stand beside the door of it and don't go in, not quite
Oh I let it wash across me like a river, like a night
And I don't feel sorry for myself, I don't, I'm not that far
I just wonder, in the honest way you wonder where you are
If a person can be happy and be lonely as a star

Chorus

It's okay, it's okay
You will go to eighty weddings and you'll go to them alone
And you'll dance with all the children and you'll drive yourself back home
And the love you brought there with you was the realest thing they'd known
Oh I promise you, I promise you, it counted on its own
It's okay, it's okay
You are early, you are early, that is all, and that's okay
And the rest of it is coming, it is coming, it's on its way

Bridge

There is more than one way in and there is more than one good room
There's a wedding and a Tuesday and a walk you take outside
There's a friendship of eleven years that never once has tried
To be anything but decent, and it's standing at your side
Oh you've got a lot of love, it's just not standing in a bride
And the forty that you're grieving isn't grief and isn't doom
It is only just a season and a season is a bloom
And the party isn't over and there's absolutely room