Things Are Better

She's got brass pipes- comin' up her spine She's got stained glass window eyes She's got a choir inside her She's got a reason to sing She's got chapped lips- she got deep hips She's got her mamma's southern drawl And she don't worry- and she don't hurry She knows how to sing the blues And things are better when we're together These days turn into something more Never knowing why or where we're going But we ARE! we are going all the way! So I'll try not to forget that it's No coincidence that my hand fits perfectly in yours These little melodies will be a symphony The spirit is composing in our bones We were not meant to be alone You are my sunshine- you are my red wine You are my reason to sing And if that day comes, when a song is not enough I will learn to paint And things are better when we're together These days turn into something more Never knowing why or where we're going But we ARE! we are going all the way! So I'll try not to forget that it's No coincidence that my hand fits perfectly in yours These little melodies will be a symphony The spirit is composing in our bones We were not meant to be alone