Grow Old

It would be inappropriate of me not to tell you this
I am a man who has lost his sanity a long time ago
Yet I seem to be at peace when I think about you
I met a few women in my life, none struck me like you did
It seems like it could be just a phase, gone tomorrow
Who knows though, maybe you'll stick for the long haul
Maybe we'll look back at these times in fifty years
Laugh at how we actually thought it would pass before long
Then go to bed together with our walking sticks and grey hair
Smiling about how lucky we were that our hearts would never grow old