Old and Grey -

Highly likely for disaster when time counts down

Forecast for a firery blast off exploring all alone

Take me dancing down town for an hour of your spare time

Hold me closely so I can read what is on your mind

Love you’re not afraid of flying, are you?

See that treasure box, it’s filled with gold

It’s not too late, not too old and grey

It’s not too late to feel this way

It’s not too late to feel this way

It’s not too late to feel this way