Falling in Love at Forty

You got kind eyes and it cuts right through the tangle.
The kind that save me when I’m all beat and mangled.
I’ve been fortified at every pass and angle,
but Anjolie, I got your name down on my ankle.  
 
From serving me you can see that I’ve had plenty,
‘cause if you gave me one, you must have gave me twenty.
I’m not the type of guy to get touchy when I’m tipsy,
but Anjolie, I’d walk you home, baby, if you’d let me.
 
And I’m not as cold as I pretend to be.
Just ask my kids down in Texas and Tennessee,
or my ex wife, we still talk from time to time.
When did we decide that falling in love at forty is a crime?
 
You got two heads and the worry of a mother.
Did I say that? Just ignore my drunken druther.
And somehow you’re gone and another’s in my sight.
Anjolie, tomorrow babe, I’ll get it right.