It Gets Better

Don't you know
The more you roam 
It gets better
A cellar door
A pub bore
A love letter

We're alone
Gazing at the light 
As it's dying
Curling up
Dressing down
A sweet nothing

It gets better
It gets better
Now you know
It gets better

Time wears on
The turning of the leaves
Which are fading
Tune out the noise
The shouting 
And rodomontading

It gets better
It gets better