Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning, look how late it gets.
Two sleepy people, by dawns early light,
And much too much in love to say "Goodnight".
Here we are, in the cozy chair,
Picking on a wishbone from the Frigidaire,
Two sleepy people with nothing to say
And too much in love to break away.
Do you remember the nights we used to linger in the hall?
Father didn't like you much at all.
Do you remember the reason why we married in the fall?
To rent this little nest, and get a bit of rest.
Well, here we are, just about the same,
Foggy little fella, drowsy little dame,
Two sleepy people, by dawns early light,
And much too much in love to say "Goodnight".
