She says it's scary getting old
I don't mind the gray looks good on you
She wants to come in from the cold
But home is hard to find when you've already burned down a few
She says thanks
She loves it when I throw things back in her face
Makes her feel like she's found her place
And it's down by the river banks
In this heart of mine
we pass the time
by holding grudges until our bodies entwine
But the act makes us feel like we've passed our prime
We've seen it all unfold
Years and years yet you wish to start anew
When we're the prisoners who just got paroled
But to keep up with you is too much ado