"I'm not so very old", she said "I just turned 28, But boy it's been a long, long time Since I've been on a date. I mean like a dinner, and a movie, A good night kiss at the door" We are not content with kisses anymore.
My Grama told me stories How she and Grampa met, How their courtship followed local rules of etiquette. The flowers that he brought her The dresses that she wore. We are not impressed with such ritual any more.
My father met my mother through a mutual friend They knew each other for two months before they ever kissed And when the did they were embarrassed and just a little scared By this awkward declaration that they cared.
But now we rush into everything so fast. Love that's here so quickly Soon becomes a part of the past It never works out right 'Cause nothing everlasting ever happens ovenight.
So if you think you love her, take your time Walk her in the moonlight Maybe even try to write a line or two of poetry Or perhaps a song. You might find you're building A love that's going to last a long, long time.
Take you time, Oh take your time There is something to be said for rituals we've left behind There is something to be said for the dance back to old-fashioned romance.