When we grow old We'll have three kids Wooden-floored house by the lake A four-cornered box, we used to think this was lame Kissing goodbyes I'll feel the Sun on both sides You're careful your hands wouldn't touch the fresh paint Of our picket fence gate We could be old and gray But I would still scream your name You don't believe in God But you believed that I was meant to be made I'll keep the lights on While I wait for you to come home Stare at the driveway Only silence is on the road A cut to the bone As I watch you drive past Go inside a house we didn't own When I grow old And when I have kids When you come knocking around I'll be mourning the loss of what could've been And someday I'll get close I'll learn to unlearn The truth that my grief will be longer Than the time I had known you first But when I grow old I'll think of you When everyone's turning the lights off I'll keep the porch light on for you