[Verse 1] You're hunting for your glasses — on your head, I tell you and we laugh like it's brand new. It's been our joke for eighteen years and it still gets through. [Chorus] No grand words, no fireworks, just a second cup already there for me. We're growing old but not apart — you're still you, and I'm still me. [Verse 2] Your handwriting on the shopping list: 'milk, bread, apples — and you'. It's been riding in my jacket pocket since the winter, folded in two. [Chorus] No grand words, no fireworks, just a second cup already there for me. We're growing old but not apart — you're still you, and I'm still me. [Bridge] Maybe one day I'll forget the year you were born. Never the sound of you on the stairs. [Chorus] No grand words, no fireworks, just a second cup already there for me. We're growing old but not apart — you're still you, and I'm still me.
