And you said we would be golden when we grow old
And you said we'd never be broken when we grow old
But if a river can dry to dust
I guess the angels we learn to trust can fly away
Like a mountain can lose it's peak
I now know a heart can change it's needs quietly
And you said we'd never be parted when we grow old
And you said I'll see you in heaven when we grow old
But if a river can dry to dust
I guess the angels we learn to trust can fly away
Like a mountain can lose it's peak
I now know a heart can change it's needs quietly
And so goodbye, come tomorrow; goodbye, come tomorrow
goodbye, goodbye
Yeah, goodbye, come tomorrow; goodbye, come tomorrow
Goodbye goodbye
And you said we would be golden when we grow old