Better With Time - Lori McKenna

It’s an old ring, but it fits when just wrapped

It’s an old picture of us hanging in the hallway

We walk by it every night

House is gone, I need a new roof this summer

They closed down the drive in the street

The church bells still ring on the Sunday

But just getting hard every year

Sometimes it still gonna rain

God knows we’re still gonna fight

We’re broken in bashed up ways

It’s a crazy kind of world to survive

These days nothing’s made to last

World keeps changing its mind

But you and I, we’re getting better with time

My left hand still fits into your right hand

I memorized every line that’s on your face

And I may have been the cause of some of those scars

Is not many had a race

It’s a worn out shirt, but it’s my favorite

It still looks damn good on you

You whispered something in my ear last night

Some years we wouldn’t have thought to

Sometimes it still gonna rain

God knows we’re still gonna fight

We’re broken in bashed up ways

It’s a crazy kind of world to survive

These days nothing’s made to last

World keeps changing its mind

But you and I, we’re getting better with time