When we grow old
We'll have three kids
Wooden-floored house by the lake
A four-cornered box, we used to think this was lame

Kissing goodbyes
I'll feel the Sun on both sides
You're careful your hands wouldn't touch the fresh paint
Of our picket fence gate

We could be old and gray
But I would still scream your name
You don't believe in God
But you believed that I was meant to be made
I'll keep the lights on
While I wait for you to come home
Stare at the driveway
Only silence is on the road
A cut to the bone
As I watch you drive past
Go inside a house we didn't own

When I grow old
And when I have kids
When you come knocking around
I'll be mourning the loss of what could've been

And someday I'll get close
I'll learn to unlearn
The truth that my grief will be longer
Than the time I had known you first

But when I grow old
I'll think of you
When everyone's turning the lights off
I'll keep the porch light on for you