Last Friday night down at the road house
Booth in the back, they sat alone
Holding hands like two young lovers
Her hair was grey, his hair was gone
She said to him "I'm getting older
A pretty girl, no more to be
Heaven knows I'm not a treasure"
He softly said "You are to me"
"You are to me a girl in spring time
The one I met so long ago
A moment captured for a lifetime
That's what I see you are to me"
He said to her "My work is done now
And all that's left are memories
Heaven knows, I'm not important"
She softly said "You are to me"
"You are to me a boy in spring time
The one I met so long ago
A moment captured for a lifetime
That's what I see you are to me"
Last Friday night down at the road house