My crooked teeth Your polished shoes My weary head Your lousy tunes
I don't know why I do the things I do I'm all bad news
And we don't look as sharp as we should But the squeaking of my shoes Will lead me back to you And everyday it's not the same But the sparkle in your eye Light up the life in me
And when we age we'll watch the loons We'll look back just like old folks do
We're like an arrow in a bow The far you stretch it the far it goes
And we won't look as sharp as we should But we'll see the world together Like we're meant to do And in the end I'll hold your hand And as clear as day we'll both understand