Old and Grey

Highly likely for disaster when time counts down Forecast for a firery blast off exploring all alone Take me dancing down town for an hour of your spare time Hold me closely so I can read what is on your mind Love you're not afraid of flying, are you? See that treasure box, it's filled with gold It's not too late, not too old and grey It's not too late to feel this way It's not too late to feel this way It's not too late to feel this way