“I just want to marry you I want to grow old with you I want to go grey with you I want to see laugh lines at the corners of your eyes And grey streaked through your hair I want to see you when I wake up in the morning I want to see you working late paying bills Bifocals slipping down your freckled nose And tucking small children in bed Telling them stories of our adventures Of the crazy nineteen year old hippie you took dancing And how you couldn’t get her out of your head And she couldn’t get you out of hers How the prince and the princess would stray apart Only to find their way back one day And the hippie became a princess And the soldier became a prince And they wandered the earth together”