Growing Old

Covered in august, strangely familiar Laying by dandelions Spreading like wildfire, midsummer fever This feels like you and I, we're growing old Under canopies of gold We'll collect jars and fill them with spices From all over the world I wish that I could bottle the sunrise Set it free in a whirl We're growing old Under canopies of gold Mmm, I wanna keep this with me Mmm, wherever I may go I wanna live this memory of us growing old We took off early, before the sunrise Packed a bag for the road Shoveled the car out of snow for the last time We're escaping the cold and growing old Under canopies of gold Mmm, I wanna keep this with me Mmm, wherever I may go I wanna live this memory of us growing old