Sometimes I think that I'm just a comfort to her,
And not that same young lover.
From the days of Fenway and Kenmore,
But this is better than before.
Oh now is better than before.

Sometimes I think that my cheeks had more color in the past,
And that my heart once did beat more fast.
In the days of the Fenway and Kenmore,
But this really is better than before,
Oh now, is better than before.

I've loved her all of these years,
I've loved her all of these years.
Sometimes I wonder can I really still call this a flame,
Or should I find another name?
But then it's yesterday once more.
Except it's better than it was before.
Oh now, is better than before.

I've loved her all of these years.
I've loved her all of these years.