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