weekdays

weekday mornings

coffee smell in the air

after you've gone and the children have left for school

i'm alone and i think about all the plans we made

i think about all the dreams i had

and i wonder if i'm a fool

weekday midday

i've got the marketing done

plenty to do but nothing to tax my mind

that's allright - it's a habit

heaven knows i can always watch the daytime shows

and i wonder which story's mine

she loved a man she knew little about

after so many years of trying

so many years of doing without

oh

but what's the use of crying

weekday evenings

we sit and i realize

you've dreamed

too

and i kind of understand

i've been with you and you need me to take care of you

but we'll work it out so i'm a person

too

and we'll help each other out the best that we can

'cause i'm your woman and you're my man