When you grow old, will you remember my name?
Or even my face the way it was then?
When you're up late at night in your chair
Will you remember my kisses or the color of my hair?
Or will I fade like the years gone by?
'Til my name means nothing, you've lost it deep inside
Will you ever wonder where I even might be?
And who is with me? Whether I'm unhappy?
Sometimes I wonder if you are drinking wine
If you can stay with her for the rest of your life
But people like me are not the marrying kind
The wheel will hold us when we reach our time