Houses need paint, winters bring snow,
Nothing says “love” like a band of gold.
Babies grow up and houses get sold,
And that’s how it goes.

Time is a thief, pain is a gift,
The past is the past, it is what it is.
Every line on your face tells a story somebody knows.
That’s just how it goes.
You live long enough, the people you love, get old.

Lori McKenna sang that