when i grow old i want it to feel like thisnyou in the passenger's seatnfast, fast asleepnand i can't keep my eyes on the roadni don't know where to gonnoh, the air and tide, in-- (?)nnif you could only feel thisnyou would know the signs (?)nnwhen i'm in love i want it to sound like thisninstead of going yeah yeah (?)nyou have -- (?) and i have alwaysnoh, oh...nnoh, the air and tide, in-- (?)nnif you could only feel thisnyou would know the signs (?)nnoh, oh noncombine it as the truth with the ground (?)noh, oh nonthis is life when i am on the groundnnoh, oh nonthis is life when i am on the groundnnoh, oh nonthis is where we always come along.