(GK: Garrison Keillor; SS: Sue Scott; TR: Tim Russell; TK: Tom Keith)
(PIANO)
Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to I will
For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same
Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart
And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear me to you
Ah, you know I will
I will.
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
SS: Why don't we get a new car? A nice one. With leather seats.
GK: Why leather?
SS: I just like it.
GK: Why?
SS: Why does a person need a reason to like something?
GK: Leather doesn't hold up in the winter. It freezes, it cracks----
SS: Not if you keep it oiled.
GK: And it's expensive.
SS: We can afford it. What's wrong with enjoying a little luxury?
GK: You ever look at the stock market?
SS: You ever look at our living room? It looks like a Dorothea Lange photograph of a sharecroppers cabin, 1935. Where'd you get this fear of spending money?
GK: What if the kids want to go to college? One that charges tuition? You want to take their college money and sit on it?
SS: I love that leather smell.
GK: I could buy you a baseball mitt.
SS: You know, it's like talking to a child.
Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart
GK: When I was 17, I wanted leather seats because I thought it'd make girls want to come and ride in my Pontiac.
SS: Really-----
GK: You remember that car.
SS: I never rode in that car.
GK: I know.
SS: But I remember the front seat of Jimmy Frederickson's Oldsmobile.
GK: That was a wonderful soup you made tonight. I meant to tell you----
SS: He had those shearling seat covers. That was so soft.
GK: I'm sorry, I didn't hear you----
SS: Let's get a nice car. A BMW or something.
GK: Ours is barely eight years old.
SS: At your age, you shouldn't postpone.
GK: I didn't hear that, sorry.
SS: I ran into Jimmy and Camille the other day at Lund's and they're driving a Lexus.
GK: So he's a lawyer. That Lexus probably has a dead body in the trunk.
SS: It has cowskin seat covers. I love that smell.
GK: They're nice for about two months and then they smell like you're sitting inside a pair of old golf shoes.
SS: It's a wonderful smell. And it feels so good to sit on it.
GK: Where did this leather obsession come from?
SS: It's not an obsession.
GK: How about I buy some gold chains and hang them around my neck.
SS: Listen. It's not that complicated. Why can't we enjoy our money?
GK: Don't you think with all the poverty around, it's a little selfish to have a giant wallet for a car seat?
SS: Never mind. I'm sorry I brought it up.
GK: Quite all right. Any time.
SS: Would you mind turning your light out so I can go to sleep?
GK: Soon as I'm done reading, I will.
SS: Goodnight.
GK: Maybe we could buy leather sheets.
SS: Just read your book.
GK: They sell leather underwear, you know.
SS: I can't hear you. I'm asleep.
GK: Would you like to hold my belt?
SS: I want a divorce.
GK: If I still had that Pontiac I'd buy leather seat covers for it. I'm sorry I didn't hang on to it.
SS: I forgive you.
GK: Okay. Good night.
SS: Night.
And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear me to you
Ah, you know I will
I will.
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
© Garrison Keillor 2002