Your grandkids are running around,
their little voices rise like a strawberry moon reflecting
in their eyes.
Dancing round the guitar,
fire crackles and roars,
and the faces through the flames are all ones I adore.
Cause I'm not willing to run out of time before you know me.
20 years of fun in my own way,
but I still need you,
and I wanna see you.
I don't wanna change, no song unsung.
Year after year, set this weekend aside,
pull up to your place, throw the door open wide.