(To Jay, whom I forgot to thank, and to the previous generation  of gay and lesbian people for making my life a little easier. -  RR)  Were you robbing the cradle?  Or was I robbing the rocking chair?  All I know is that I'm grateful  And glad that you were there  In a world that doesn't see us  In a town where time stands still  A young boy dreams of loving men  In a land of Jack and Jill  Well I was so naive back then  And you were somewhat jaded  But I recall your kindness  Though our friendship has since faded  Your house became an oasis  From a home so unaware  Of my need to feel accepted  In a world that didn't care  Well who else could have told me  What my parents could not explain  And saved me from self-hatred  Confusion, doubt and pain  Were you robbing the cradle?  Or was I robbing the rocking chair?  All I know is that I'm grateful  And glad that you were there  In a much more uncertain  When my song was yet unsung  It was you who helped me to grow up  While I helped you to stay young  And it makes me feel a part of  A family of lovers  Who survive a life of exile  By caring for each other  I'm not the first one to suffer  And I'm probably not the last  But I'm here to change the future  'Cause I can't forget the past  Were you robbing the cradle?  I'm glad that you were there