Wedding Dress in the Back Seat

Rain on the windshield
I won't marry a question

The bridal-shop bell rang behind me
Like it knew too much to sing
Miss Carol hugged the garment bag
Said, "Girl, he bought you a good ring"
Now the dress hangs from the grab hook
Wrapped in plastic, bright as snow
It takes up half the back seat
Like a passenger I don't know

Kindness waits for me at home
Coffee warm and porch light on
But memory has bad timing
And your old truck is back in town

Wedding dress in the back seat
White as a promise in my car
He loves me steady, he loves me kind
But I won't marry a question
No, I won't walk that aisle (not in white)
With a maybe on my arm

You came home Tuesday for your daddy
Bought motor oil on Main
I saw you by the frozen cooler
Saying my name like summer rain
My fiancé texted, "Want me to start dinner?"
Such a good man in one blue line
At Maple and Fourth the church sign glowed
"Love is patient, love is kind"

I can love a good man poorly
If I hide the trembling part
Truth may bruise a quiet evening
But silence breaks a heart

Wedding dress in the back seat
White as a promise in my car
He loves me steady, he loves me kind
But I won't marry a question
No, I won't walk that aisle (not in white)
With a maybe on my arm

He learned my coffee, two creams, no sugar
Changed my tyre in February snow
He deserves more than a body
Standing pretty in a row
If he leaves, I will not blame him
If he stays, we start from true

Wedding dress in the back seat
Not a verdict, not a chain
Just a beautiful white witness
To the truth I've got to say
He loves me steady, he loves me kind
And I won't marry a question

I carry the dress through the doorway
He sees my face and knows