Letra de 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