Way, way down the line When we're both grey and old I beg of you, open up my letters Tell me stories of drinking wine How he took you out for dinner How you danced all night Tell me that you found someone better And I want you to try As I want you to fly I ain't saying you should be alone For the rest of your life but You rip his heart out Way, way down the line When we're both sixty-four I beg of you, open up my letter No, I won't be telling stories 'bout drinking wine Where I'm born, I'm bound to die Carefully choosing every letter And I want you to try And I want you to fly I ain't saying you should be alone For the rest of your life but You rip his poor heart out And I want you to try As I want you to fly I ain't saying you should be alone For the rest of your life but You rip his heart out Wait, wait, wait in line she said Until your cold coyote comes I beg of you Open up my letters And I want you to try As I want you to fly I ain't saying you should be alone For the rest of your life but You rip his poor heart out And I want you to try As I want you to fly I ain't saying you should be alone For the rest of your life but You rip his heart out