When I Go

If we're both not married by 22,
Could I be so bold, and ask you,
If we're both not married by 23,
Will you, make my year,
And ask me.

If we're both not married by 24,
Will you pass me those kneepads,
And I'll get on the floor,
If we're both not married by 25,
I hope that the sound childish sparks,
Still alive.

Cause there are so many lessons,
That I just never get to learn,
And there are so many questions,
That still burns,
Like will you hold,
My hand
When I go.

If I get to 30,
And I don't have a wife,
I'll ask you nicely,
But I won't ask twice.

If I get to 40,
And I don't have a spouse,
I'll fashion you a letter,
And I'll send it to your house.

If I get to 60,
Will you slip away,
Into an armchair for
The rest of my days,

Cause you've got your family,
And I've got mine...

Willed love will be shared,
For another time.

Cause there are,
So many lessons,
That I never got to learn,
And there are so many questions,
That still burns.

Like will you hold,
My hand when I go?