Still My Valentine

No reservations this year, love Just us and the kitchen radio I don't bring you roses much, I bring your coffee right Two sugars, splash of cream, before you ask, before the light Twenty Februaries since I wore that rented tie And you still beat the candlelight, you still catch my eye They call it settling down I call it landing You're still my valentine — no card could say it better My coat across your shoulders when the wind turns cold The quiet kind of always, the keeping-warm-together You're still my valentine, and you never will grow old to me We dance in sock feet by the stove when the slow songs play You laugh at how I still can't lead, you follow anyway The smell of Sunday onions, your hand inside my sleeve This unspectacular forever — I'd never want to leave The fireworks all faded Into something steady You're still my valentine — no card could say it better My coat across your shoulders when the wind turns cold The quiet kind of always, the keeping-warm-together You're still my valentine, and you never will grow old to me Young me thought romance was flowers at the door It's wordless coffee, twenty years — and choosing you once more You're still my valentine — no card could say it better My coat across your shoulders when the wind turns cold The quiet kind of always, the keeping-warm-together You're still my valentine, and you never will grow old to me February fourteenth, or any day at all You're the one, you're still the one