Well I guess I must confess that I am starting to get old
When I’m out walking
The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us,
After all you’ve said an done, I feel the same
A good man is hard to find!
Well my head has thoughts,
If I keep on loving will you still stand next to me?
What you now are seeking, or hope to realize,
But you fell in love with the sunshine,
I am thinking it’s a sign.