You're home with me one hour of the day you're in my arms one hour of the night

In the morning in the evening one little kiss

Seems to me there ought to be more to love than this

Your coffee cup tells the story much too much

Half a cup left yet it's warmer than your touch

You read the papers wave goodbye throw me a kiss

Seems to me there ought to be more to love than this

Seems to me there ought to be the sound of little feet on the floor

Instead of mine they hardly know where to goin' anymore

If love has meaning then I wonder oh just where it is

Seems to me there ought to be more to love than this