She was married when we first met

Soon to be divorced

I helped her out of a jam, I guess

But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could

Abandoned it out west

Split up on a dark, sad night

Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me

As I was walking away

I heard her say over my shoulder

“We’ll meet again someday on the avenue”

— Bob Dylan