weekdays

Weekday mornings
Coffee smell in the air
After youve gone and the children have left for school
Im alone and I think about all the plans we made
I think about all the dreams I had
And I wonder if Im a fool
Weekday midday
Ive got the marketing done
Plenty to do but nothing to tax my mind
Thats allright--its a habit
Heaven knows I can always watch the daytime shows
And I wonder which storys mine
She loved a man she knew little about
After so many years of trying
So many years of doing without
Oh, but whats the use of crying
Weekday evenings
We sit and I realize
Youve dreamed, too, and I kind of understand
Ive been with you and you need me to take care of you
But well work it out so Im a person, too
And well help each other out the best that we can
Cause Im your woman and youre my man