Hold Hands

When your hair has turned to gray I love you still the same old way We turn the lights way down low Maybe your own gray hair won't show But when my hair starts gettin' thin Middle-aged spread and double chin Folks gonna laugh thinkin' we're too old But we steal a little kiss And let the good times roll When we reach that age where we can't walk We just sit down hold hands and talk When we reach that age where we can't walk We just sit down hold hands and talk Hold hands and talk Hold hands and talk Hold hands and talk Hold hands and talk