He loses himself in the boxscores

She can't decide what to wear

There will be no realization today

And she'll carry out her affair

She dreams frequent and vividly

He has no dreams at all

She describes them to him every mornin'

As he complains about the mileage of his car

They have no children to speak of

And don't own their colonial home

The color tv lulls one of them to sleep

While the other changes stations alone



Hand in hand i lost her hand and cried the tears

Lovers understand



They could not afford a real honeymoon

So they strolled hand in hand in the square

She does the same with the guy at the office

He likes the color of her hair







He's quiet and tired a lot lately

He sets goals and doesn't follow through

He stares at her picture on the fireplace

And whispers a prayer to the room



"there are no mistakes," he says, shrugging off,

"we just did what we had to do

I don't think that i could get angry again

At least not like i did in my youth

Hand in hand i lost her hand and cried the tears

Lovers understand."



Sur le quai son mouchoir (on the platform, her hankerchief)

S'enfuit deja (already disappears)

Sous le jour qui s'allonge (in the day that stretches)

S'estompe a l'horizon (fades at the horizon)