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