Bruce Springsteen and Little Eva
(He ain't Eva, he's my brother)
You never close your eyes anymore
When we kiss
And there's no tenderness like before
In your fingertips . . .
( Good morning-go on you're just saying that....anyway I'm not that sort of boy)
"...I'm trying hard not to say it-baby but baby you know it....."
Nostalgia is not what it used to be
Oh i was so much older then
I'm younger than that now . . .
older than the street we're walking on
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?
yup, sure, mac, come on over! :-p
