Get a real job
Keep the wind at 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 melting snow
A married man, he visits me
I recieve his letters in the mail twice a week
And I think he loves me
And when he leaves her
He's coming out to California
I guess it all worked out
There's a ring on your finger
And the baby's due out
You 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 free
Let's not forget ourselves, good friend
You and I were almost dead
And you're better off for leaving
Yeah, you're better off for leaving
Late at night, I get the phone
You're at the shop
Sobbing all alone
Your confession, it's coming out
You only married him
You felt your time was running out
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 coming 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
