I collected some nerve as I rounded the curve In the driveway The house was still light So I thought what might Be the most tactful of things I could say I knocked on the door With no feet on the floor And she opened it up And she smiled She invited me in But I could just grin And point to my car like a child And the "no" that I heard Was a four letter word I accepted her answer descending And I walked in to find Some good friends of mine And I laughed and I was not pretending