Song Description
A snappy song about meeting an old flame at the high school reunion and realizing she's just as great as she was and you've done OK without her
| Song Length |
2:58 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits, Enchanting |
Subject |
Lost Love, Unrequited Love |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
?69 Mustang tied up at the curb
The one her daddy used to drive
I can almost smell that leather aftershave
And the roads we used to ride
I thought she?d be with me
That?s an old misery
Now she looks younger than before
She?s still Ann
With her Sunday attitude
She?s still Ann
All the miles she put me through
But I could never be the man
She?s still Ann
Her long blond hair still fits her like before
In our tie dyed yesterday
She turns her head like she always did
How she never looked my way
But she?s not dragging time
And I?m not left behind
We?re not 18 anymore
She?s still Ann
With her Sunday attitude
She?s still Ann
All along I think I knew
That I could never be the man
She?s still Ann
I turn and start to walk the way I always did
But then I call her name out like some awkward teenage kid
She smiles at me and waves
And it?s not yesterday
She makes everything OK
She?s still Ann
With her Sunday attitude
She?s still Ann
All along I guess I knew
And now I finally understand
I don?t need to be the man
She?s still Ann