An old man, feeling the weight of his years. He's made it though so much. And there's a love that happens when you spend a lifetime with someone. This kind of love doesn't happen any other way...
I’ve lived here, sixty years or more
Pretty sure I’ll end here
I’ve lived through, a coupe of world wars
Just made it though, so I could see you again
You still make me want to dance
You still make me so mad
And I still love you with with all your clothes off
What other guy has ever loved you like that?
Remember when you held my hand,
because I couldn’t walk?
Remember when you would say my words
when I wouldn't talk?