it s true that i used to be crazy and harder to love than most men and the blood that ran in these tired hands was harder and wilder back then and i don t feel as tall as i used to maybe it s just that i ve grown you re the one that held my hand when i fell if i just couldn t make it alone we ve lived out all the stories sang all the old songs it takes one to know me i guess you re the one your daughters are ladies of fortune and your son an heir to the throne and though this crown that i hold is tarnished and cold it s a symbol of all that we own sometimes i wish i was younger and could pick up the pieces and run but then i look back on the matter of fact and it s a race that we ve already won we ve lived out all the stories sang all the old songs it takes one to know me i guess you re the one we ve lived out all the stories sang all the old songs it takes one to know me and you knew the one