The honeymoon, the honeymoon, all waters part for the honeymoon And every time we touch we shake, an hour apart, my psyche aches for you Now there's nothing wrong with the honeymoon, you feel so great, but slowly, soon Reality will creep back in and all those fires quickly dim and cool Life in the clouds, it's addictive, it's insane Forget the whos the whys the weights the due dates for a change But when love is not new When moonshine is only moonshine When I have traveled every inch of you Where will we be When the roses run dry? Now on our first night you were late, so I sat, picturing your face And wond'ring how the date would go, and you walked in and I said Oh yeah! And you confided all your plans, and I watched how you used your hands And how your hair fell 'round your head, (I barely heard a word you said in there) But after the wine and those cute little boxes from Godiva Will this still be right when we're sixty-five oh When love is not new When moonshine is only moonshine When I have traveled every inch of you Where will we be When the roses run dry From the clouds on down I'm losing my fears Because the smoke's cleared And we're still here Now I don't want no picket fence, no garden path to the picket fence No sweaters knitting by the fire, two hobbits in their little shire, No. But I'm starting to think that we can deal with anything we face in our real Life together as a team, a locomotive with steam so Life in the clouds has come to earth and settled in So bring me old and gray - I'm ready to begin But when love is not new When moonshine is only moonshine When I have traveled every inch of you Where will we be Where will we be Where will we be When the roses run dry