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