Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning -- look how late it gets.
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,
-
And 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.
(Bridge:)
/F#
Do you remember the nights we used to linger in the hall?
Your Father didn't like me at all.
/B
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 dawn's early light,
And too much in love to say goodnight.