The Hours

Going Home  Sophie Zelmani
Not very often have we met
But the music's been too bad
Can only sense happiness
if the music is sad

So, I'm going home
I must hurry home
Where a life goes on

We're too old to make a mess
Dreams will keep me young
Old enough to stress
Only mirrors tell the time

So, I'm going home
I must hurry home
So will my life go on

Yes, I'm going home
Going home alone
And your life goes on

I'll make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

I'll get you medicine when you tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
It could be so nice growing old with you

I'll miss you kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you, feel you
Even let you hold the remote control

Let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you 
I wanna grow old with you