The paint is old and peeling The shutters show some cracks There's a heavy limb on the apple tree That's got to be cut back There's some water in the cellar A little sagging in the floor But this house has weathered many storms It will weather many more 'Cause I scraped away the peeling paint And found the wood was good and strong And I found a firm foundation Had been there all along There's nothing here that a little work And time can't heal 'Cause everything underneath is real Nerves are frayed and ragged Patience is wearing thin Words were said in fits of rage That never should have been We bruised each other badly Lost respect along the way But there's too much here worth saving To throw it all away Can't we lay aside our fear and pride And find the good within All that we have shared before Can be restored again There's nothing here that a little work And time can't heal 'Cause everything underneath is real