I Won't Be There

I'll grow old
And you'll look better everyday
The children will grow
And swing where we'll sit will sway

We'll watch the clouds
Gray and ripe with rain
We'll imagine the life we'll have
We will never be the same

But I won't be there
When you come down from the top of the stairs
No I won't be there
When you come down from the top of the stairs
Because I'll be gone
By your own admission that you
Couldn't love me anymore

I'll think too much
And you'll jump up behind me with a kiss
Your hand electric to touch
Something I will always miss

But I won't be there
When you come down from the top of the stairs
No I won't be there
When you come down from the top of the stairs
Because I'll be gone
By your own admission that you
Couldn't love me

And I won't be there
When you come down from the top of the stairs
No I won't be there
When you come down from the top of the stairs
Because I'll be gone
By your own admission that you
Couldn't love me anymore

I miss you
I miss you