Things Are Better

And she got brass pipes coming up her spine
And she got stained glass window eyes
And she got a choir inside her
She got a reason to sing
But she's got chapped lips
She's got deep hips
And she's got her mama's southern drawl
And she don't worry
And she don't hurry
'Cause she knows how to sing the blues
But 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 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're 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 the sun is not enough
I will learn to paint
'Cause things are better when we're together
These days turn into something more
Never knowing why or
Where we are going but we are
We are going all the way
So I 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're not meant to be alone