It's an old song, but I still know all the words 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.