Rosie and Me
Old Folks (New Year)
my crooked teethyour polished shoesmy weary headyour lousy tunesi don't know why i do the things i doi'm all bad newsand we don't look as sharp as we shouldbut the squeaking of my shoeswill lead me back to youand everyday it's not the samebut the sparkle in your eyelight up the life in meand when we agewe'll watch the loonswe'll look back just likeold folks dowe're like an arrow in a bowthe far you stretch it (?) the far it goesand we won't look as sharp as we shouldbut we'll see the world togetherlike we're meant to doand in the endill hold your handand as clear as day we'll both understand
From Letras Mania