I guess just about the hardest thing to do When you're doing something like this Is to find a new love song to sing Because they're almost always about one of three things
Right, they're either the, ah, the guy meets the girl Or the guy loses the girl or the guy gets the girl Well I found this song and it isn't about any of those three things This song is about two people Who have already known each other for quite a while
So we're alone again tonight I read a book, you watch the fight A stifled yawn, a can of beer What an enthralling atmosphere
And yet the sight of us this way Helps me to say what I must say It helps me to think a thought or two To pass it right along to you And just for starters you should know I think You've let yourself go
Down through the years, each sage repeats Grass never grows on busy streets Which might explain that balding spot Were you a thinker, which you're not
And where's that slender youth I knew I fear he's grown an inch or two Not up and down my joy and pride But more precisely side to side
When at a party, now and then You tell the same old jokes again Or wear a lampshade for a hat Who could be wittier than that?
With one too many you just might Pick some unnecessary fight Though in the morning with the sun You can't remember what you've done If there's regret, it doesn't show You know, you've let yourself go
You never care the way you dress You stay unshaven, you look a mess The smallest thing is too much to do I even hold the door for you
And every rose upon the shelf Is one that I've supplied myself It's not the same, I'm well aware Yet I need to see them there I don't know why I say it now, why I don't?