A Grown Kind of Love

Hmm, yeah;

Hmm, yeah;

25 years and a couple gray hairs;

Same side of the bed, same rickety stairs;

We've seen the storms and we weathered them all;

Still reach for your hand when

I start to fall;

You're not the girl that

I married, it's true;

You're so much more than I ever knew;

Love ain't a spark, it's a steady flame;

And after all this, I'd do it again;

There's a grown kind of love, baby;

Been through the fire, came out gold;

A grown kind of love, slow and sweet;

To old fools who still skip a beat;

Not the kind that the young folks chase;

The kind that knows your tired face;

A grown kind of love;

Deep and true, still the only one

I choose is you;

We raised up the babies, we buried some dreams;

Sewed up our hearts at the broken seams;

And the world kept spinning and so did we;

You were my anchor, you set me free;

Don't need the moon or a diamond ring;

Just your coffee made the way you bring;

The little things that the long years grow;

That's the kind of love;

That the grown folks know;

It's a grown kind of love, baby;

Been through the fire, came out gold;

A grown kind of love, slow and sweet;

Two old fools who still skip a beat;

Not the kind that the young folks chase;

The kind that knows your tired face;

The grown kind of love, deep and true;

Still the only one I choose is you;

When the music's over;

And the lights go down;

You're still the best thing in this town;

Older, slower;

But I mean it more;

I'd choose you again;

That's what forever's for;

A grown kind of love;

Slow and sweet;

Two old hearts;

In a steady beat;

Let the young ones taste the flame;

We got something they can't name;

Oh, grown kind of love;

Deep and true after everything;

I still choose you;

I still choose you;

I still choose you;