Get a real job
Keep the wind to your back and the sun on your face
All the immediate unknowns are better than knowing this tired and lonely fate.Does he love you?
Does he love you?
Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?I guess it's spring; I didn't know
It's always seventy-five with no meltin' snow
A married man, he visits me
I receive his letters in the mail twice a week
And I think he loves me
and when he leaves her
he's coming out to CaliforniaI guess it all worked out
There's a ring on your finger and the baby's due outYou share a place by the park and run a shop for antiques downtown
And he loves you, yeah he loves you, and the two of you will soon become three
And he loves you, even though you used to say you were flawed if you weren't freeLet's not forget ourselves good friend
You and I were almost dead
And you're better off for leavin'
Yeah you're better off for leavin'Late at night, I get the phone
You're at the shop sobbin' all alone
Your confession is coming out
You only married him, you felt your time was running out
But now you love him, and your baby
At last you are complete
But he's distant and you found him on the phone pleading saying
'baby I love you and I'll leave her and I'm comin' out to California'Let's not forget ourselves good friend
I am flawed if I'm not free
and your husband will never leave you, he will never leave you for me
