Someday when we've been together for
a very long time;
we'll turn out the lights and slow dance on the
porch.
You'll finish my sentances, and I'll borrow your glasses.
We'll wonder where the time
went and at night we'll roll
into the middle of our old bed, into each other's arms
where
we'll kiss and hold each other all night, dreaming the
secrets
that only old lovers know.