Last Friday night down at the road house Booth in the back, they sat alone Holding hands like two young lovers Her hair was grey, his hair was gone She said to him "I'm getting older A pretty girl, no more to be Heaven knows I'm not a treasure" He softly said "You are to me" "You are to me a girl in spring time The one I met so long ago A moment captured for a lifetime
That's what I see you are to me" He said to her "My work is done now And all that's left are memories Heaven knows, I'm not important" She softly said "You are to me" "You are to me a boy in spring time The one I met so long ago A moment captured for a lifetime That's what I see you are to me Last Friday night down at the road house