Danny, you told me you loved me I do I overheard you complaining about ticket prices last night What are you talking about? I was in the group with the others, and I told you to get us some tickets I didn't know you would be so mad about it Becky Anne, I wasn't mad Danny, don't deny it. It was you! I could hear your voice across the fair Right before it started to rain I-Why didn't you say something about it to me? I didn't feel I stood a chance It's like you care more about money Than you care about me Becky The night was ruined, Danny I didn't want to make a scene Because it only would have made it worse I just wanted to enjoy what was left of it And hold onto the joy I found elsewhere Elsewhere?