I stare at the lines on your face

Remembering stories of heartache

Oh the battlefields come undone and all the war wounds you've won

I think they're beautiful

Here I am at 42

Don't look back now there was nothing we could do

And all the memories fade away, but our lines are here to stay. So, I'll think they're beautiful

Time moves on and some of us are gone

SO please embrace the lines on your face

Think of them as beautiful

Time moves on and some of us are gone

SO I'll embrace all the lines on my face

I'll think of them as beautiful