Grow Old

When the ice melts, what will be left of us?

When the lawn is dead, will you seed in my bed?

When the air is cold, will you choose to grow old?

I don’t know

I don’t know what you’ll say

When the branch bends, will you reach for my hand?

When the lights go out, will you stay at my house?

When our paths cross, do you also feel lost?

I don’t know

I don’t know what you want me to say