(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)
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My father sits at night with no lights on
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His cigarette glows in the dark.
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The living room is still;
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I walk by, no remark.
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I tiptoe past the master bedroom where
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My mother reads her magazines.
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I hear her call sweet dreams,
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But I forgot how to dream.
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But you say it's time we moved in together
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And raised a family of our own, you and me -
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Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be:
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You want to marry me, we'll marry.
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My friends from college they're all married now;
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They have their houses and their lawns.
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They have their silent noons,
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Tearful nights, angry dawns.
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Their children hate them for the things they're not;
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They hate themselves for what they are-
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And yet they drink, they laugh,
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Close the wound, hide the scar.
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But you say it's time we moved in together
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And raised a family of our own, you and me -
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Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be:
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You want to marry me, we'll marry.
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You say we can keep our love alive
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Babe - all I know is what I see -
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The couples cling and claw
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And drown in love's debris.
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You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds,
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But soon you'll cage me on your shelf -
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I'll never learn to be just me first
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By myself.
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Well O.K., it's time we moved in together
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And raised a family of our own, you and me -
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Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be,
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You want to marry me, we'll marry,
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We'll marry.
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That's The Way I've Always Heard It Should Be
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| Carly Simon |
