Fountain of Youth

I get there late, I look at your face
 Across the table
 Gold-rimmed glasses, hair is graying
 A little Clark Gable
 "Here are the keys to my Infiniti" you say to me
 "Let's drive up the mountain and look at the lights of the city"
 I'd like to get in that car with you and never never come back
 'Cause what would you do without me?
 What would you do without me?
 What would you do without me?
 It unraveled last night, I dreamed of your wife
 I dream of her often
 We were sitting at a table just like this
 Talking of you, as usual
 "Will he ever grow up and raise a family?" she asks
 And I wonder, "then who are those goddamn kids in the photographs?
 What kind of a father figure refuses to grow up?"
 Hey old man, I've got to leave you
 Let me go, or why don't you
 Why don't you
 Put me on your team, make it simple
 Tell me who to root for
 I've always made an excellent cheerleader
 I was your fountain of youth
 And you were my mountain of truth
 But you have drunk me dry and I'm afraid of heights