Company calls epilogue

Synapse to synapse... The possibility's thin
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding
Your wedding, your wedding date
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real
And I kept a distance... The complications cloud the postcards and blips through fiberoptics
As the girls with the pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties their parent bought
I'll catch you this time!

Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly... I'll tell you mine
You were the one but I can't spit it out when the date's been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately

Synapse to synapse
The sneaky kids had attached beer cans to the bumper
So they could drive up and down the main drag
People would turn to see who's making the racket
It's not the first time
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
And I'll contest but they won't listen when the casualty rate's near 100%
And there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving

Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly... I'll tell you mine
You were the one but I can't spit it out when the date's been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately

(You were the one but I can't spit it out when the date's been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately)