Here we are out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning. Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people, by dawns early light, and
Two much in love to say good night
Here we are in the cosy chair.
Picking on a wishbone, from the Frigidaire
Two sleepy people with nothing to say and
Too much in love to break away
Do you remember the nights we used to linger in the hall
Father didn’t like you at all Do you re-
member the reason why we married in the fall. to
rent this little nest, and get a bit of rest well
Here we are, just about the same
Foggy little fellow, drowsy little dame.
Two sleepy people by dawns early light, and
Too much in love to say “good night”