Sitting there in church last Sunday You reached across and took my hand. Heaven help me I started thinking about Bucket seats in my old Trans Am. Parked there in your parents' driveway I couldn't take my eyes off you. It felt so good to hear you tell me you loved me too. That'll never get old, even when we do. Early morning cups of coffee, Late night kisses on my cheek, Knowing I got someone else praying for my soul to keep, Shaking hands and one small diamond, The way I felt that night in June, Along with all the other memories I hold on to That'll never get old, even when we do. Even when we're sitting there With nothing but silver in our hair In a couple of matching rocking chairs Watching the world go by. We'll load the grandkids in the car and drive to the Dairy Queen. The whole way there they'll be rolling their eyes at me For hitting on you like we're still 17. You know I'm gonna try. Someday I'll slow down a little. You might even slow down too. As long as this old heart's still beating, I'll be loving you. That'll never get old, that'll never get old, even when we do. That'll never get old, even when we do, even when we do.