The money would be pretty good
If a quart of milk were still a dollar
Or even if a quart of milk were still a quart.
And the hours, well I donґt mind
How they creep on by like an old love of mine
Itґs the years that disappear
That are doing me in.
Guess I married too young,
Yeah, nineteen was just too young,
But sometimes you meet someone
And your guts just burn.
Itґs not that I donґt love him anymore
Itґs just that when I hear him
Coming through that front door
My heart doesnґt race like it did once before.
But Iґve got a horse out in the country.
I get to see him every second Sunday.
He comes when I call him,
Yeah, he knows his name.
One day Iґll saddle up
And the two of us will ride away.
This weather I could almost stand
If the sun would shine a little brighter
Or even if the sun would shine at all.
But lately it just seems to me
That this life has lost its mystery
And these cold fall mornings seem to bite
Just a little bit harder.
And all my friends have settled down
Become their mothers and their fathers
Without a sound.
Except for Cathy,
She bought a one-way subway ticket
And left us all behind.
But Iґve got a horse out in the country.
I get to see him every second Sunday.
He comes when I call him,
Yeah, he knows his name.
One day Iґll saddle up
And the two of us will ride away.
This town wouldnґt be so bad
If a girl could trust her instincts
Or even if a girl could trust a boy.