text: Hey how about this
  A little conversation tonight
  Thinking aloud how we struggled to find
  Our place in the dizzy heights
  Dont often do this
  We never really get the chance
  Nearly froze to death on oxford street
  Now were sitting in the south of France
  Talking through the evening
  Its good to shoot the breeze
  Just you and me on a balcony
  And cicadas singing in the trees
  Old 67 what a time it was
  What a time of innocence, what a time weve lost
  Raise a glass and have a laugh, have a laugh or two
  Heres to old 67 and an older me and you
  Sentimental twilight
  Conversing on those virgin days
  Laughing about how the two of us sound
  Like a Tennessee wWlliams play
  Honest, its amazing
  That we can get together at all
  For in between the saddle and the grand piano
  We can read the writing on the wall
  Talking through the evening
  Sitting here side by side
  Just you and me on a balcony
  Its a little bit funny this feeling inside