The steady running of the small hand ticking Another moment slip to the past Memories get short, your hands grow coarse Days bleed more into each other too fast You want to get lost in fires that cause Wreckage tossed in a love story Maybe you need someone to be a shoulder or an ear when your heart speaks I'm yours as long as you need me Busy thinking we know where life is leading Funny how with age more illusive are plans Melodies once before collect into scores Further back you stand more wisdom pours You feel how it feels to love, control you want You learn to give up Maybe you need someone to be a shoulder or an ear when your heart speaks I'm yours as long as you need me