He looks in the mirror and spots a new wrinkleThe gray in his hair sadly tells him the truth
Time’s marching on to its own heartless drummer
It’ll never return to the days of his youth
He listens to Garth and he listens to Reba
He loves country music but he says point blank
They don’t make the songs now as good as they used to
And he misses Ernest and Lefty and Hank
He’s a child of the fifties confused by the nineties
Sound bytes and web sites and violence and crime
And he says only two things get better with time
A good love and a bottle of wine
A good love and a bottle of wine
She wakes him up gently and whispers good morning
She brings him his coffee one sugar no cream
He couldn’t tell you how long they’ve been married
But she’s still his angel and the girl of his dreams
And tonight when they lie in that big bed together
He’ll tell her he loves her he’ll hold her and then
They’ll talk about life and the roads that they’ve traveled
And he’ll say I’d sure like to do it again
He saw the bridges of Madison county
Apollo 13 sent a chill up his spine
But he still says just two things get better with time
A good love and a bottle of wine
A good love and a bottle of wine
Contentment’s a journey it’s no destination
You live long enough and one day you’ll find
That there’s only two things get better with time
A good love and a bottle of wine
A good love and a bottle of wine
