Divorce

Everyone I know is getting a divorce

It's a bitter course

Dreaming of a life that's full of kids and dogs

It's a paradox

You try another colour

To get a different feel

You cut the cost of living

You bring the mortgage down

You rearrange the furniture

But you still don't feel at home

You buy a car, you sell a car

You buy a car again

Everyone I know is getting a divorce

Closing all the doors

Dreaming of a life that's full of harmony

It's a mystery

You say you need a project

But you don't have the time

You spend the weekend working

And Thursdays on the town

You bring a bottle, work the room

And find a special friend

You're making plans, forgetting plans

And making plans again

Everyone I know is getting a divorce

Closing all the doors

Dreaming of a life that's full of kids and dogs

It's a paradox

You're cleaning out the closet

For clothes you never wear

You're throwing out the boxes

They're piling everywhere

Call me when you get this

When my message has arrived

Let me know if you're okay

I'll answer nine to five