Your mug by the sink
My shoes by the door
Same old blue plate
We still set for four
Your laugh got slower
Mine got soft around the edges
But I know that sound
Like I know these steps on the porch
And the days roll by
Like a screen door swing
We lose some shine
But we keep everything
In the little things
In the little things
Let the years come slow
Let the years come slow
Two old chairs
By the radio
If the house gets cold
I’ll still be there
Growing old
Growing old together
Your name on my lip
My hand in your hand
We’ve buried some hurts
In the garden back by the fence
You still fold the towels
I still burn the toast
We make our own map
On this narrow road
And the night comes down
Like a quilt of rain
We’ve seen enough storms
To know what stays
It’s your hello
It’s my okay
Let the years come slow
Let the years come slow
Two old chairs
By the radio
If the house gets cold
I’ll still be there
Growing old
Growing old together
When my hair turns white
When my knees complain
If I lose my words
You’ll know what I mean
Hold my ring
Hold my sleeve
We built this life
On the things we need
Let the years come slow
Let the years come slow
Two old chairs
By the radio
If the house gets cold
I’ll still be there
Growing old
Growing old together
