You and I will get our own place Wash away the dark of old days Find our way through doorways brand new The ceiling's high, the floors are new With natural light in every room We'll keep it nice, not like we used to Gone are those days we have waited so long to be free Now and then I think of old age Studying the lines in your face Think I'd like to see them grow deep The work is hard the days are long Sold the drum set for a song Found a place to dance on the weekends Here are these days we have waited so long to see We don't need more freedom No we don't need more What we need are lines we can trust to be drawn To be drawn You and I will get our own place Take one baby step to old age Spend our autumn days in the sun The seeds, the spoils, the boys and girl The branches grow the leaves uncurl Watch them all float slowly down now Found are these days we shall waste not one moment of peace Gone are those days we have waited so long Not to be free, no But to be limitless Weightless Infinite within the walls of you And me You and I will get our own place Wash away the dark of old days