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.
Twenty years of fun in my own way,
but I still need you,
and I wanna see you.
Things will never be the same as they were when we were young,
let's welcome a change,
no song unsung.