I can’t wait to be old with you.
But not in an age sort of way.
In an, at the end of the day you read the newspaper while I knit, sort of way.
We’ll play a record and have a glass of bourbon
And you’ll tell me about politics and I’ll try my best to listen.
I’ll make you try on a new hat and you’ll pretend to know what a circular needle is.
And it’ll be just right.
Your old lady