Words & Music: Chantal Kreviazuk. I hadn?t seen the boy in fifteen years. He had lines that said he cried a rainbow of tears. He left one day before his late night drives. He said everybody?s gotta make a sacrifice. So he replaced the old girl for a boat named Jen. He thought if anyone could love her. Well he was the man. He said my only fear is growing old alone. I?ve gotta get a lover for this telephone. It doesn?t matter if my number?s gone when I?m young. But I don?t want to grow old alone. Till the day Jen sunk she gave him love so true. She was appraised at fifty-one grand or two. It didn?t matter that she took every dime that he had. He had to get off the water and live by the land. He said my only fear is growing old alone. I've gotta get a lover for this telephone. It doesn't matter if my number's gone when I'm young. But I don't want to grow old alone. When I spoke about Jen a tear flowed from his eye. It was the first and last time I saw a grown man cry. He said believe it or not I?m not scared to die. But I don?t want to grow old alone. He said my only fear is growing old alone. I've gotta get a lover for this telephone. It doesn't matter if my number's gone when I'm young. But I don't want to grow old alone.