Never Sell the House

Come on and meet me when I get home
 Without you even asking
 I'll shovel all the snow
 And you'll never sell the house
 We'll always have our own room
 Me, my sister and the cat
 The man you danced with was most certainly too old
 He wouldn't tell
 But I think the stale smell gave away
 Come dementia you'll be kicking yourself
 Come on and meet me when I get home
 Greet me with the high beams
 Of your very own new car
 I would be lying if I said
 There will always be another
 But better safe than sorry again
 The man you danced with was most certainly too old
 He wouldn't tell
 But I think the stale smell gave away
 Spare my childish ears, stop kicking yourself
 And let go