The Thread

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