Six feet from the headlights; twenty from the store Sometime way past midnight in 1994 She had all her plans made None could shake her stride He married his soul mate no thoughts of quick goodbyes 2am on a Sunday Their plane took off at nine They drove through the storms of rain to make it just in time When two had just a few and another had too much Collision course on a Sunday in an empty parking lot The day that they first met, their futures intertwined Stories shared and dreams were made, and laughs were mixed with wine She had such a smile, he could not deny They walked down the isle, no thoughts of quick goodbyes