Woman reads a magazine full of feminine opinions

They tell her what she's missing, tell her how she's different

Man comes home, he's tired and he doesn't want to listen

And the things they need to talk about, they only talk around

Another restless ride on the road to common ground

Woman's on the phone tonight, she needs a helping hand

Her girlfriends are the only ones who seem to understand

They talk about the ways that they're more sensitive than men

And he stays out late, he's got a date on the other side of town

Just a little break in the search for common ground

But on that freezing New Year's when the power lines went down

They held each other close back then on common ground

The news is on, it's nothing new -- the usual despair

He watches from across the room, as if she isn't there

And finally she can't stand it, she screams, "Don't you even care?"

Then it's "Honey pie," and "Please don't cry,"

and "Baby, please calm down,"

And "Nothing matters more to me than finding common ground."

Our souls search on forever

For heavenward they're bound

Our bodies find their home at last

In common ground