From the recordings To the Girl and To the Girl
When a friend remarked that she might “turn out A Better Raisin than a grape,” I knew that line would turn into a song. “We all improve in time.”
Lyrics
I might end up a better raisin than a grape
With all these leaps and bounds I take
I’ve finally hit my stride, you might say it’s high time
To turn out a better raisin than a grape
I might end up a better pickle than a cuke
It clearly took me a while to find my groove
But all roads have led me here fermenting like good beer
I might turn out a better pickle than a cuke
From the old growth forest, let’s all sing the chorus:
Our salsas spicier with age
Our novels deeper page by page
Like whiskey, cheese and wine
We all improve in time
I might become a better mountain than a rock
With the many layers, flavors I’ve got
The higher that I go, the more I find I know
I might become a better mountain than a rock
From the old growth forest, let’s all sing the chorus:
Our salsas spicier with age
Our novels deeper page by page
Like whiskey, cheese and wine
We all improve in time
We all improve in time
I might turn out a better raisin than a grape
Our salsas spicier with age
Our novels deeper page by page
Like whiskey, cheese and wine
We all improve in time
We all improve in time
So I might end up a better raisin than a grape