It's getting too cold to keep on running around I'm getting too old guess it's time to settle down I'm getting so tired of being undefined becoming somewhat uninspired not near what I want to find All my life, it seems I've had these empty spaces that I've tried to fill with dreams and other people's lonely faces I've never really walked sure always been unsteady, uneven thinking only on how things were I had nothing to believe in and then you came into my sight with something I could hold and I fought with all my might assuming it bad to grow old Your hand felt so warm steady, sure, and true a lighthouse in the storm I believe I can grow old with you |