Turn up that radio Our kind of rock and roll My place has lousy reception But this is how I want to go And I hope you know I'm glad we made this connection Maybe I'll let you know Before I grow old But I don't know Feels like the end of the world But I ain't seen Manhattan yet Except on my TV set But I've got a good Imagination And I could be contented here It's as good a place as any other You're my only desired destination Maybe I'll see it all Before I grow old But I don't know Might be the end of the world Baby I'll just lock us in here And we can slow dance forever We'll pass on in sweet isolation That way nothing will change in us Except the lines on our faces No, we won't even change the station Maybe we'll grow up Before we grow old I don't know Feels like the end of the world music and lyrics by martina sorbara martina sorbara - vocals/acoustic guitar dave matheson - acoustic guitar/dobro jian ghomeshi - percussion/keyboard