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