Good at Being Us

Twenty-eight, between our jobs Working summers by the sea You could count a drawer of coins Till you caught me watching you Two cones melting on the counter One boss calling from the back Daniel, you were trying to ask me out I was trying not to laugh

We said we'd leave when summer ended Somehow we left together

We got good at being us Making room and making up Turning what we had into enough We got good at being us You can still look across a crowded room And I forget what I was going to do After all the changing, all the growing up We got good at being us

Now our daughter's in the driver's seat Says we're talking far too loud You got Tuesday swimming lessons And a towel you won't throw out Eight lengths, with a rest between them You came home as pleased as punch I said, "Look at you, a swimmer" You said, "Eight was quite enough"

We got good at being us Making room and making up Turning what we had into enough We got good at being us You can still look across a crowded room And I forget what I was going to do After all the changing, all the growing up We got good at being us

Fifty candles, kitchen full And your brothers pouring wine You lean over, asking quietly "Are you having a good time?" I look at all the people In the home we never planned And I squeeze your hand beneath the table Like I did back then

We got good at being us Making room and making up Turning what we had into enough We got good at being us You still make me lose my train of thought You've got so much left you haven't tried I would take that summer job again And choose you every time

After all the changing I still get that rush Daniel, look at us We got good at being us