The Idea of Growing Old

We can talk all night, we can talk all day
We can play charades when there is nothing to say
You turn me on to the idea of growing old
I can make you angry, you can make me smile
We can make origami with the kids for a while
You turn me on to the idea of growing old
Now it won’t be long
No, it won’t be long
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
You turn me on to the idea of growing old
Turn me on to the idea of growing old
We can lay around and count the number of times
I’ve acted foolish and you’ve rolled your eyes
You turn me on to the idea of growing old
You in your kerchief and me in my cap
We can settle down for an afternoon nap
You turn me on to the idea of growing old
Now it won’t be long
No, it won’t be long
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
You turn me on to the idea of growing old
Turn me on to the idea of growing old
Turn me on to the idea of growing old
Turn me on to the idea of growing old
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
You turn me on to the idea of growing old
You turn me on to the idea of growing old