My heart went out to JeffreynIt bled dry in its returningnThrough the years all I've known is the knowing nThat this heart is only my ownnnThe sound of it came crashingnBut so silent to your musical earsnNo, you'll never the know the difference between you and the rest nUntil the safety of all these yearsnnWe'd be grey and oldnI would knit you sweaters in the coldnAnd we'd be just like my grandparents nWhen they go dancingnWhen they go dancingnnWhen you left that evening sobernThe rain poured down on my dry feetnSo long to the city lightsnAnd hello to the country's slow breezennAs is part of the landscapenAnd as the palm of the handnThere are some features which claim so local nTo this feeling inside my bodynnWe'd be grey and oldnI would knit you sweaters in the coldnAnd we'd be just like my grandparents nWhen they go dancingnWhen they go dancingnnTime, time, time will changenAll else just stays the samenWith your flame and your wooden sticksnI'm a rambler to meet you half waynnWe'd be grey and oldnI would knit you sweaters in the coldnAnd we'd be just like my grandparents nWhen they go dancingnWhen they go dancingnnAnd if I could only see that day you were minenI would take this chance, this blessingnAnd be the only thing I know to benAnd if I could only see that day you were minenI would take this chance, this blessingnAnd be the only thing I know to benI know to bennWe'd be grey and oldnI would knit you sweaters in the coldnAnd we'd be just like my grandparents nWhen they go dancingnWhen they go dancingnnn