Lyrics

That dress had waited long enough.

So had I.

The good shoes waited in paper and string  
A blue coat slept through another spring  
No card on the table, no plans at noon  
I put them on in my quiet room

Silver at my temples, red on my lips  
A little joy found the swing in my hips  
I turned the lock, stepped into the sun  
The day had no name, so I gave it one

No band, no bells, no grand parade  
Just morning light and a choice I made

I wore the good one  
I wore the good one  
The day wasn’t special till I treated it like one  
I wore the good one

Good one, good one  
I wore the good one

A woman in gold met me under the clock  
A man dressed in green came around the block  
One little step and the street found time  
Her sleeve brushed blue, his coat met mine

No one was rushing, no one led  
The low drum rolled through the street instead  
All of that joy I had kept in store  
Felt made for walking out the door

No band, no bells, no grand parade  
Just morning light and a choice I made

I wore the good one  
I wore the good one  
The day wasn’t special till I treated it like one  
I wore the good one

Good one, good one  
I wore the good one

I thought the right day would knock at my door  
Then morning came in and asked nothing more  
Some things grow dearer each time that they’re used  
Joy was never meant to stay new

We wore the good ones  
We wore the good ones  
The day became special when we treated it like one  
We wore the good ones

Good one, good one  
We wore the good ones  
Good one, good one  
We wore the good ones

Turns out...

I was the occasion.