Breakfast at Our House

This is how it is, no dramatic scenes
You read your morning paper, I read my magazine
Happy weatherman says, we need the rain
But I don't know what he's thinking
It's been coming down for days

And this brew is just too bitter
Too strong for me to drink
Gonna pour it down the drain right now
Right down the kitchen sink

Cold coffee in my cup
You turn the TV up
Breakfast at our house

And this is how it is
And it's no easy trick
We can promise what we want to
But we can't make it stick

Half a life ago, with this ring we wed
And now we're sittin' at this table
With the things we never said

But to come right out and say 'em
Would be rude and out of place
So I'll keep it to myself I guess
But it's written all across your face

Burnt toast and offerings
That's what the morning brings
Breakfast at our house

So here's to all the young boys
To all the fair haired girls
Who ran away on honeymoons
Who married in a whirl

Whose pretty bed of roses
Feels like a bed of coals
Who sit at breakfast tables
And stare into their bowls

Who had their dreams of love
But now they're waking up
Breakfast at our house

Cold coffee in my cup
You turn the TV up
Breakfast at our house