Still Ace
[Verse 1] A drive-in summer, '74 He fumbled his popcorn, she laughed at the floor She could've walked off but she stayed right there Something about that boy with the dark brown stare He had an old leather jacket, wore it proud She thought he was easy and warm in a crowd And fifty years on he still reaches first For her hand in the cereal aisle, chapter and verse [Chorus] Sunday morning, radio low Two people moving like they already know Carol, he still calls you Ace And there's no other word for the look on his face [Verse 2] That jacket's still hanging in the back of the closet Fits nobody now but she'd never toss it Three kids grown, one old dog named Biscuit Fifty years gone and they still don't miss it Every Sunday the kitchen becomes the floor Of some long-ago place they keep dancing toward No one remembers where Ace came from But it sounds like forever when it's off his tongue [Chorus] Sunday morning, radio low Two people moving like they already know Carol, he still calls you Ace And there's no other word for the look on his face