Hands, we're holding hands.
Aint it grand to be alive?
True I am to you and you are to.
Let's go outside.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
The sun is orange and gold.
I can't see our love ever growing old.

People on the street,
They shuffle feet. They catch the bus.
They go from place to place,
Keeping pace with little fuss.
But I'd much rather walk with you,
Beside a quiet country road.
I can't see our love ever growing old.

No, I won't shed a tear. I won't fear.
You are hear with me.
And you love love love love love love love love me.

See the people on the ground;
No sound; a frown; looking down;
So antiquated instigated by their foolish pride.
Everyday though the skies are gray,
And everybody's cold.
I can't see our love ever growing old.