he leaves the house every chance he gets
he walks the hounds but not their pets
funny papers spread on the tablecloth
same stories with different labels top
packs her lunch in a clean container
she is a solid arranger
he hears a last request she mumbled
if it isn't too much trouble

so many things to say
but not now
thank god for what we call love

no respect on the streets he circles
in prayers for humble miracles
a friend to talk to sure would be nice
hell, just to be sure would suffice
she brings her stammer with her to bed
asks when the last time he was fed
there are worse things in life than libel
it's right there in the family bible

so many things to say
but not now
thank god for what we call love