In a pile of unpaids bills
There's a letter sent from Philadelphia
In a familiar hand
She hasn't opened it just yet
There's no telling what it says
Oh darling please
I'm down on one knee

So why can't I be him
That guy in all your dreams
The one with all those qualities
Impossible to acheive
That man you thought I'd be
So flawless, so honest
That could never be me
No that ain't me

There's some flowers on her desk
Doesn't he know how embarassed she gets
Receiving gifts
She hasn't opened up her card
The bouquet it says it all
Daffodils with baby's breath
The same bouquet she caught on their first date
That night he was a king
He flew in town for business
And ended up at the wedding
They shared last stories between drinks
She loved him so quickly
And left him just the same
Yeah he's still the same
Still the same
No he's nothing new
But he hasn't changed

Always a bridesmaid
The friends all settled down
Always a bridesmaid
She dropped her bouquet on the ground

She snuck out for a cigarette
She said, "Maybe it's the whiskey sours
But I think that this could be it
If you ask me here and now
I think, no I know
I could make those wedding vows
We could sneak up in the night
And I could be the bride
I could be the bride
All right
I could be the bride
I could be the bride"