Sixty-Six - Pat Metheny

Minus sixty one Have I every really loved someone? Do I deserve what I've got? Now the grid system's turned into traps And the fear is switching sides I own a million dollars worth of stock But I still don't sleep at night What is it that I've become? Minus sixty one Now the water level rises High in my cold paradise Where men sit in circles And talk numbers I never really liked The way they think of life as some kind of gamble And watch the city drown Where is it that I belong? Minus sixty one Now the wind cuts the lips like a knife And the sun is out of sight I see a world I build to lose at trial What is left and what is right? I made the worst mistake one can make Pretended and playing blind What is it I'm trying to find?

When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out 'til quarter to three Would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? You'll be older too And if you say the word I could stay with you I could be handy, mending a fuse When your lights have gone You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear We shall scrimp and save (shall scrimp and save) Grandchildren on your knee Vera, Chuck and Dave Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away Give me your answer, fill in a form Mine for evermore Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? Whoo!