I believe words make more sense in a verse and a chorus
You know those older gentlemen at church that don’t miss a Sunday, sit right next to their wives, and have strong, wrinkled, callasted hands? I think those are the true gems, the guys that grow up to be them. The honest ones. The hard working ones. The true ones. The strong ones. Those are the men worth knowing. Those are the men worth growing old with. Maybe one day, I’ll be that old woman sitting next to my older gentlemen that’s well worth waiting for.