The Bracelet

Some love stories start with a fumble
This one's got a thread and a diamond

County fair, the Friday of the rodeo
He braided thread behind the concession stand
Put his jersey number on a little band
She wrote poems in the top row of the stands
He walked up twice and turned around twice
Put the bracelet in his pocket, lost his nerve
Twenty years old and scared of a notebook girl
He drove home talking to the radio

Some letters come back marked return to sender
Some Hail Marys hang up in the air

She never got the bracelet (no, no)
But she got the ring (whoa!)
He missed the handoff (that July)
Love caught everything (everything!)

From the bleachers to the altar (to the altar!)
From the thread to the diamond (shine!)

Five years later at the diner on Main
She's reading her poem at the open mic
It's about a boy who walked up twice
And turned around like he forgot his line
He's in the back booth with the bracelet
Still in his wallet, frayed and faded
He stood up, walked up, didn't turn around
Put it on the table where she stayed

Some letters come back marked return to sender
But this one found the way

She never got the bracelet (no, no)
But she got the ring (whoa!)
He missed the handoff (that July)
Love caught everything (everything!)

From a number on a bracelet
To a name beside a ring
Sometimes what you fail to give
Becomes the start of everything

To the girl with the pen (sing it)
To the boy with the thread (sing it)

She never got the bracelet
Till the day she got the ring (whoa!)
He missed the handoff (that July)
Love caught everything (everything!)

Tie a little thread around forever
Love caught everything