I rubbed my tired eyes, walked out on the veranda
Me and sweet Miranda were just rollin’ out of bed
Mexican morning, the sun is softly warming
Our newly forming bodies for last night we wed

And the priest was laughing as he stood upon the ceiling
We spoke what we were feeling and we wrote each other’s vows
Nobody was missing when we started into kissing
Always wished for what I have now

And the orange-red glow
From the rolling globe
Is washing over everything
That lays below in the Afterglow
In the Afterglow

Down in Savannah we swung upon the willows
Talked between the pillows while the war passed by
And later on in Cuba, you blew upon your tuba
And I was firmly rooted to the blood-red sky

And the orange-red glow
From the rolling globe
Is washing over everything
That lays below in the Afterglow
In the Afterglow

Rode that open highway in our broken down jalopy
It all was pretty sloppy, but we called it love
As long as we’re together, I could never say I ever
Felt much better or had such fun

The cobblestones were dappled when we rode up to the chapel
There were children selling apples when we walked through the crowd
Above us bells were ringing, behind us children singing
It felt like something bringing us to be here now

And the orange-red glow
From the rolling globe
Is washing over everything
That lays below in the Afterglow
In the Afterglow