I met a man who was not quite an old man
Said he was an old boy
I would make a toast to believe and bet you
That I would be the same old man
Not the kind with a lost soul who can't put down his toys
Honey there'll be absolute peace in my heart
And resolution in my soul
So don't, don't, darlin' don't be suprised
When I don't leave your side
'Cause there's not a single part of my love
That you should not believe
I hope when I grow old
That you grow old with me
I begged the pardon of the fullness of somebodies
Because I love the left lane
And I begged the pardon of the mass media
You know on Sundays I don't go to mass
And I tipped my hat to your dog in your yard by your house
I'm waiting for a hurricane to blow, blow, blow
From the west to the east and tell me who's gonna be here last
So don't, don't, darlin' don't be suprised
When I don't leave your side
'Cause there's not a single part of my love
That you should not believe
I hope when I grow old
That you grow old with me
I hope when I grow old
That you grow old with me
I hope when I grow up
That you grow up with me
