The road ahead is like a thread
Still attached to the unknown
Where we'll go and what we'll do
Who we'll know and who we knew
Will we have to be alone?

When I found you it's like I knew
I would have to change my views
Thoughts about the thread of course
Tying knots to reinforce
Strings that I don't wanna lose

Like "Will we live to ninety-eight?"
Watch our hair go gray
Will we go out with a bang?
Will we fade away?

In other words I hope
That we still hold hands
And laugh about the way things end

Will we live to ninety-eight?
Watch our hair go gray
Will we go out with a bang?
Will we fade away?

In other words I hope
That we still hold hands
And watch as the piano lands on us

The road ahead is like a bed
You and I can rest our eyes
Before you hear from me
That is all I'll ever need
And a little more time

Before you hear from me
That is all I'll ever need
And just a little more time