My Father Sits At Night With No Lights On
His Cigarette Glows In The Dark.
The Living Room Is Still;
I Walk By, No Remark.
I Tiptoe Past The Master Bedroom Where
My Mother Reads Her Magazines.
I Hear Her Call Sweet Dreams,
But I Forgot How To Dream.

But You Say It's Time We Moved In Together
And Raised A Family Of Our Own, You And Me -
Well, That's The Way I've Always Heard It Should Be:
You Want To Marry Me, We'll Marry.

My Friends From College They're All Married Now;
They Have Their Houses And Their Lawns.
They Have Their Silent Noons,
Tearful Nights, Angry Dawns.
Their Children Hate Them For The Things They're Not;
They Hate Themselves For What They Are-
And Yet They Drink, They Laugh,
Close The Wound, Hide The Scar.

But You Say It's Time We Moved In Together
And Raised A Family Of Our Own, You And Me -
Well, That's The Way I've Always Heard It Should Be:
You Want To Marry Me, We'll Marry.

You Say We Can Keep Our Love Alive
Babe - All I Know Is What I See -
The Couples Cling And Claw
And Drown In Love's Debris.
You Say We'll Soar Like Two Birds Through The Clouds,
But Soon You'll Cage Me On Your Shelf -
I'll Never Learn To Be Just Me First
By Myself.

Well O.K., It's Time We Moved In Together
And Raised A Family Of Our Own, You And Me -
Well, That's The Way I've Always Heard It Should Be,
You Want To Marry Me, We'll Marry,
We'll Marry.