Old Folks (New Year)

my crooked teeth

your polished shoes

my weary head

your lousy tunes

i don't know why i do the things i do

i'm all bad news

and we don't look as sharp as we should

but the squeaking of my shoes

will lead me back to you

and everyday it's not the same

but the sparkle in your eye

light up the life in me

and when we age

we'll watch the loons

we'll look back just like

old folks do

we're like an arrow in a bow

the far you stretch it (?) the far it goes

and we won't look as sharp as we should

but we'll see the world together

like we're meant to do

and in the end

ill hold your hand

and as clear as day we'll both understand