When The Roses Run Dry

The honeymoon, the honeymoon,
 all waters part for the honeymoon
 And every time we touch we shake,
 an hour apart, my psyche aches for you
 Now there's nothing wrong with the honeymoon,
 you feel so great, but slowly, soon
 Reality will creep back in and all those fires quickly dim and cool
 Life in the clouds, it's addictive, it's insane
 Forget the whos the whys the weights
 the due dates for a change
 But when love is not new
 When moonshine is only moonshine
 When I have traveled every inch of you
 Where will we be
 When the roses run dry?
 Now on our first night you were late,
 so I sat, picturing your face
 And wond'ring how the date would go,
 and you walked in and I said Oh yeah!
 And you confided all your plans,
 and I watched how you used your hands
 And how your hair fell 'round your head,
 (I barely heard a word you said in there)
 But after the wine and those cute little boxes from Godiva
 Will this still be right when we're sixty-five oh
 When love is not new
 When moonshine is only moonshine
 When I have traveled every inch of you
 Where will we be
 When the roses run dry
 From the clouds on down
 I'm losing my fears
 Because the smoke's cleared
 And we're still here
 Now I don't want no picket fence,
 no garden path to the picket fence
 No sweaters knitting by the fire,
 two hobbits in their little shire, No.
 But I'm starting to think that we can deal
 with anything we face in our real
 Life together as a team, a locomotive with steam so
 Life in the clouds has come to earth and settled in
 So bring me old and gray - I'm ready to begin
 But when love is not new
 When moonshine is only moonshine
 When I have traveled every inch of you
 Where will we be
 Where will we be
 Where will we be
 When the roses run dry