Story Behind The Song
Dedicated to friends on their 25th wedding anniversary.
Song Description
This song traces a San Francisco couple's enduring relationship.
| Song Length |
7:44 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male |
Lyrics
Frantic days, two sardines in a small apartment
Romantic days, thinkin' 'bout what a heart-to-heart meant
Playing PacMan on our old Atari
Always made me want to say I'm sorry
I could never take her on safari
Or show her the world
Rented flix, we see them all on our plasma tube
Wedding pics, they gather dust like a Rubik's cube
Our travel's done thru The Amazing Race
We're marking time by the lines on my face
I see my Hunny Bunny age with grace
She's still the same girl
And we don't need to run away to Neverland
So please, just stay right here by your Forever-Man
We've been through fever and we've been through chills
We'll always find a way to pay our bills
Here in the city of the seven hills
I'm not talkin' 'bout Rome
And you don't need to pay no heed to spare advice
Cuz who could ever find a better paradise?
A cable car rumbles by our door
To scattered grumbles through the ceiling and floor
And sleepy mumbles bring me back to this town, my home
Eighty-two, tryin' to teach her to ride a bike
Ninety-two, still tryin' to teach her to ride that bike
Team-folding blankets at the laundromat
And missing parties just to feed the cat
We're gettin' older and I'm getting fat
In this silver year
Married guy in a room so dilapidated
Buried by all the stuff we've accumulated
For a quarter of a century
Soon our smiles will be denture-y
But there's still a new adventure we
Can find right here
And we don't need to run away to Neverland
So please, just stay right here by your Forever-Man
We've been through fever and we've been through chills
We'll always find a way to pay our bills
Here in the city of the seven hills
I'm not talkin' 'bout Rome
And you don't need to pay no heed to spare advice
Cuz who could ever find a better paradise?
A cable car rumbles by our door
To scattered grumbles through the ceiling and floor
And sleepy mumbles bring me back to this town, my home