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 Allright--it's A Habit

Heaven Knows I Can Always Watch The Daytime Shows

And I 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 Out The Best That We Can

'Cause I'm Your Woman And You're My Man