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I want an older woman with a gentle touch When it comes to holdin' hands and such Those younger ladies don't impress me much, any more Or maybe more than just a hand to hold Some eyes to look into while I grow old To keep me insulated from the cold Chorus: And I don't know what I mean to say I guess it doesn't matter anyway The music just needed a little place to play Perhaps some things are better left unsaid I can't seem to find the words inside my head Maybe it's time to listen to my heart instead Verse 2: The broken glass from all those shattered dreams Sparkles in the light and somehow seems To help in understanding what it means Like fantasies that keep you warm at night Then disappear into the morning light Hold on close, but don't hold on too tight Verse 3: There's times when my music expresses such gloom The birds stop their singing, the cat leaves the room And sarcasm sweeps through my mind like a broom out the door And there's times that I play and this old house will shake With the joy that I feel and the music I make And a triumphant tear forms a miniature lake on the floor Chorus: And I don't know what I mean to say I guess it doesn't matter anyway The music just needed a little place to play Perhaps some things are better left unsaid I can't seem to find the words inside my head Maybe it's time to listen to my heart instead |