Get a real job Keep the wind to 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 receive 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
But 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