I’m going to come right out and say that there’s nothing particularly sad inherent in this song. It’s touching, yes, but it’s a beautiful recounting of the beginning of love.
Nonetheless, this is about what makes ME sad, not anybody else. I was listening to The Best of Manhattan Transfer one summer in New Orleans. A few seconds after this song came on, I started crying and just couldn’t stop. That was almost 30 years ago now, and I couldn’t tell you exactly what set me off. I think it was the bareness of the song that started it all. It had been a hot day (NOLA in summer, of course), I’d been to the mall and the theater and watched cable TV (!), I was physically and mentally overstimulated. And then this song came on. Delicate in its way, artistic, with nothing to hide behind or distract. I couldn’t ignore my mental problems (getting pretty serious in my teenage years) with those beautiful vocal harmonies in my ear. The song has made me sad ever since. It’s kind of a same, since objectively I think it’s a gorgeous recording.