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Steel hair and a wheelchair, I'm living day by day |
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My mind is getting slower and my body's in decay |
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But frannie, you're still beautiful, just like the day we met |
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I still know that you're coming when I see your silhouette |
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My legs can't hold my body and my arms are both so weak |
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The kids brush me away like I'm a dusty old antique |
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But frannie, you still look at me like I am 25 |
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You're still my blushing bride and that's what's keeping me alive |
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I ain't getting any younger |
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And frannie, you're older too |
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But I ain't lost my hunger |
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I am still the one who waits for you, and |
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I'll be here from this day on |
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Until they stick me in the lawn |
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Yeah, I'll be here |
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There's no time to waste now trying to tell the world goodbye |
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Yesterday's so far away and tomorrow's all a lie |
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So frannie, take my hand and let's go live another day |
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It might not be our last, but it's a step along the way |
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I ain't getting any younger |
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And frannie, you're older too |
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But I ain't lost my hunger |
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I am still the one who waits for you, and |
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I'll be here from this day on |
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Until they stick us in the lawn |
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Yeah, I'll be here |
