It’s the place we always go

It’s the place we first hung out

Where that picture was snapped back in 2006

The other day I looked back

You know, I’ve never forgotten it

You and me tucked in the booth

Our skin was tan, hair blonde, you could see every tooth

We were just babies

Remember when the beach, our friends, and trucks were so amazing

And Kelly was there

Your sister too

It seemed like in no time our posse grew

All the time we’d find ourselves in that restaurant

After church, after the beach, on a Saturday afternoon

Every friend was there

Gathered round tables, not enough chairs

Squeezed into booths

With our sandy toes

Water with lemon, margaritas, and tacos

The lights were bright

There was laughter

We talked about school

And what we’d do after

Maybe go in the pool

Well we revisited that restaurant just last night

On a date

Just you and me, no friends in sight

You came back from the restroom and said you did the Azteca scan

You looked around for friends from the old plan

Donny, Daniel, Paul, Pam

But you didn’t see anyone you recognized

I looked across at the booth in the corner

Where it felt like yesterday we sat

But our best friend wasn’t there

It felt cold and forlorn without her

We still have each other

Face to face with our tacos salads

The restaurant was full but silent

Strangers’ ballads

I saw the picture of the Aztec woman on the wall

And finally it resonated

Her breath, her youth gone

Our picture was snapped nearly 20 years ago

Time has not waited

Nor have any of our friends

I’m trying to figure out where they all go

It’s like they were carried off by the wind

You and I know change is something time demands

Like that lifeless girl in the Aztec’s hands

I’m glad you’re still sharing my booth

Every time I do the Azteca scan

It’s the truth
You’re still my man