Young Again

I’ve had the same haircut since 1955
And our kids up and left decades ago
But we’ve got each other and we’re both still alive
And that’s all I need to feel at home
Because old age has got nothing on us, babe
Oh, we’ve still got black pages and plenty left to say
You make me young… again
Well I’ll cook you breakfast and you’ll velcro my shoes 'cause
They named «Teamwork» after us
When you get to Glory, I will follow soon 'cause
You ain’t going nowhere without me
Because old age has got nothing on us, babe
Oh, we’ve still got black pages and plenty left to say
You make me young… again
You make me young again
You make me young again
You make me young again
You make me young again
You make me young again
You make me young again, again