Ninety-two

(lyrics by Linda McCarthy, music by Rick Quimby)

I could be staring at a oujia board or turning tarot cards,

looking at the heavens for a sign.

Checking on my horoscope, wishing on a star,

but they don’t know what’s in this heart of mine.

I could be ordering some take-out

for the fortune cookie quote…

gazing into some old crystal ball,

dialing up some psychic in the middle of the night,

but they don’t know this heart of mine at all.

Chorus:

I will be 92 and holding hands with you

I will….be holding hands with you

I may be over the hill, but God willing, I will still

Be 92 and holding hands with you

I could be plucking off the petals of a daisy in the yard

or clutching to a rabbits foot instead.

I could be gambling in Reno, playing keno or casino…

but they don’t know the number in my head.

I’ll bet infinity with you, I’m playing 92 skidoo.

You’re the 4-leaf clover I have found.

You can toss and you can snore,

it only makes me love you more,

so my heart and I are gonna double-down.

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If our memories should wear thin of the things that happened then,

and our brains hang out a sign “do not disturb”,

I’ve got photographs to prove we were young and in the groove,

tho’ the younger folks will find it so absurd.

It don’t matter, I don’t care

Where’s my cane and rocking chair,

I will gather up a blanket if you’re cold.

Sit beside me on the porch, I’m still carrying a torch…

You mean more to me than all the world of gold.

You mean more to me than all the world of gold.

[Chorus]