Weekdays

Weekday mornings, coffee smell in the air After you've gone and the children have left for school I'm alone and I think about all the plans we made I think about all the dreams I had and I wonder if I'm a fool Weekday midday, I've got the marketing done Plenty to do but nothing to tax my mind that's all right, it's a habit Heaven knows I can always watch the daytime shows And wonder which story's mine She loved a man she knew little about After so many years of trying So many years of doing without Oh, but what's the use of crying? Weekday evenings, we sit and I realize You've dreamed too and I kind of understand I've been with you and you need me to take care of you But we'll work it out so I'm a person too And we'll help each other, the best that we can 'Cause I'm your woman and you're my man