You took me to your favorite place on Earth To see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth Our fingers traced in circles around it's history We brushed our hands right back in time through centuries As you held me down, you said "I'll see you in the future when we're older And we are full of stories to be told Cross my heart and hope to die I'll see you with your laughter lines" Changes on our hands and on our faces Memories are mapped out by the lines we'll trace As you held me down, you said "I'll see you in the future when we're older And we are full of stories to be told Cross my heart and hope to die I'll see you with your laughter lines" Ashen faces in cold breeze Ashen faces in cold breeze All the stories you will leave, oh All the stories you will leave I'll see you in the future when we're older And we are full of stories to be told Cross my heart and hope to die I'll see you with your laughter lines I'll see you in the future when we're old I'll see you in the future when we're oh- oh- oh- oh- old Oh- oh- oh- oh- oh- old