Testo Still

She looks at me and tells me thingsS
he tunes me up and strums my strings
Her soul that reaches out for mine
is still the same, after all this time
His casual way is so unique
That certain look still does the trick
And almost imperceptibly
He steals inside the core of me
We're still like we used to be
And here we are
Writing our history
We've come this far
We're just two little people
in this big old world

He's head and heart and knowing eyes
He's honesty and good advice
A jester in a parsons coat
Who mocks his own untainted quotes

Although so many things have changed
Got lost, replaced or rearranged The tenderness was left untouched
And all the things that mean so much

We're still like we used to be
And here we are

Writing our history
We've come this far
We're just two little people
in this big old world

Sharing colds and autumn blues
holidays and barbecues
And when the world comes to a fall
we'll share the stillness of it all

Guitar solo

Sharing colds…

We're just two little people – in this big old world