I guess just about the hardest thing to do   When you're doing something like this   Is to find a new love song to sing   Because they're almost always about one of three things      Right, they're either the, ah, the guy meets the girl   Or the guy loses the girl or the guy gets the girl   Well I found this song and it isn't about any of those three things   This song is about two people   Who have already known each other for quite a while      So we're alone again tonight   I read a book, you watch the fight   A stifled yawn, a can of beer   What an enthralling atmosphere      And yet the sight of us this way   Helps me to say what I must say   It helps me to think a thought or two   To pass it right along to you   And just for starters you should know I think   You've let yourself go      Down through the years, each sage repeats   Grass never grows on busy streets   Which might explain that balding spot   Were you a thinker, which you're not      And where's that slender youth I knew   I fear he's grown an inch or two   Not up and down my joy and pride   But more precisely side to side      When at a party, now and then   You tell the same old jokes again   Or wear a lampshade for a hat   Who could be wittier than that?      With one too many you just might   Pick some unnecessary fight   Though in the morning with the sun   You can't remember what you've done   If there's regret, it doesn't show   You know, you've let yourself go      You never care the way you dress   You stay unshaven, you look a mess   The smallest thing is too much to do   I even hold the door for you      And every rose upon the shelf   Is one that I've supplied myself   It's not the same, I'm well aware   Yet I need to see them there   I don't know why I say it now, why I don't?