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 "Say it, '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