I want to grow old with you.
I want to wake you up
in the middle of the night
just to make sure you're okay.
I want to sit on the porch
a glass of lemonade in hand
and talk about all those old times.
I want to watch as our hair goes grey
as our faces become lined
and orthopedic shoes come into our fashion.
But for now we are not so old
and all we have is now
with no guarantee of a future.
In this moment under a tree
we wish that today will turn into tomorrow
and those days stretch into years.
For I want to grow old with you
and live out our tomorrows together
until we run out.