How great it must be
To take your heart off your sleeve
And place it in someones hands
And how great it must feel with lips pressed to yours
In passion that seems so unreal
But these cards aren't in my fold
And I am getting too old
To be wishing my life away
I'm sure that the sound of your name
From the tongue and mouth
Of your lover sounds so sweet
The feel of the warm embrace
Pulling you close to make love must
Be such bliss
But these cards aren't in my fold
And I am getting too old
To be wishing my life away
All of the nights Ive cried
With no one by my side
Tired of the game I lose
How gentle the sound of the words you have found
Whispered into your ear
Guarantees and promises
Trust and commitments
And I love you too's
Talks of families
And years worth of memories
Names of babies
These cards just aren't in my fold
And I am getting too old
To be wishing my life away
All of the nights I've cried
With no one by my side
Tired of the game I lose
Broken and scarred, as well
Betrayed and mad as hell
A song stuck on repeat
It must be such a relief
Every night to go to sleep
Knowing you belong to someone
Starting your day
Knowing that they will stay with you
Through the good and the bad
But these cards aren't in my fold
And I am getting too old
To be wishing my life away