| Song | Reunions |
| Artist | Carly Simon |
| Album | Carly Simon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Carly Simon Music:Carly Simon | |
| First one in the city | |
| Wearin' all those grass stained jeans | |
| Nothing is forgotten, everyone is pleased. | |
| Someone got his hair cut | |
| The girls have lots to say | |
| His friends had felt more comfortable | |
| With it worn the other way | |
| And I don't know if I'll see you again. | |
| Next one at the old house | |
| Snow is on the ground | |
| Photographs and wine are passed around | |
| Someone toasts an absent friend | |
| Another takes his seat | |
| They gather round the dying fire | |
| But the circle's not complete | |
| And I don't know if I'll see you again | |
| Last one by the highway | |
| Wind blows through thin smiles | |
| Someone made a wrong turn | |
| Missed a joke by miles | |
| Someone got their hair cut | |
| A tear in her eye | |
| But no one even comments - | |
| Except to say 'goodbye' | |
| And I don't know if I'll see you again. |
| Lyrics: Carly Simon Music: Carly Simon | |
| First one in the city | |
| Wearin' all those grass stained jeans | |
| Nothing is forgotten, everyone is pleased. | |
| Someone got his hair cut | |
| The girls have lots to say | |
| His friends had felt more comfortable | |
| With it worn the other way | |
| And I don' t know if I' ll see you again. | |
| Next one at the old house | |
| Snow is on the ground | |
| Photographs and wine are passed around | |
| Someone toasts an absent friend | |
| Another takes his seat | |
| They gather round the dying fire | |
| But the circle' s not complete | |
| And I don' t know if I' ll see you again | |
| Last one by the highway | |
| Wind blows through thin smiles | |
| Someone made a wrong turn | |
| Missed a joke by miles | |
| Someone got their hair cut | |
| A tear in her eye | |
| But no one even comments | |
| Except to say ' goodbye' | |
| And I don' t know if I' ll see you again. |
| Lyrics: Carly Simon Music: Carly Simon | |
| First one in the city | |
| Wearin' all those grass stained jeans | |
| Nothing is forgotten, everyone is pleased. | |
| Someone got his hair cut | |
| The girls have lots to say | |
| His friends had felt more comfortable | |
| With it worn the other way | |
| And I don' t know if I' ll see you again. | |
| Next one at the old house | |
| Snow is on the ground | |
| Photographs and wine are passed around | |
| Someone toasts an absent friend | |
| Another takes his seat | |
| They gather round the dying fire | |
| But the circle' s not complete | |
| And I don' t know if I' ll see you again | |
| Last one by the highway | |
| Wind blows through thin smiles | |
| Someone made a wrong turn | |
| Missed a joke by miles | |
| Someone got their hair cut | |
| A tear in her eye | |
| But no one even comments | |
| Except to say ' goodbye' | |
| And I don' t know if I' ll see you again. |