歌词
Muskets must reload
And the young are getting old
We listen to the rain
On the road
Once we were resolved
To stay out until the dawn
But days like that are gone
And you look ill
We look back now
Ain't it strange how
We both used to be
Love, have you thought about how we're getting home?
I would like to say I understand
Try, try as you might to explain
Let's walk the story home from here
Sundays are reserved
For the doing of the chores
The dusting of the ceilings
And the walls
We can get it all covered
We can get it all done
That was, that was then
Love, have you thought about how we're getting home?
Let's walk the story home from here
Try, try as you might to believe
All of the conversations off the street
Love, have you thought about how we're getting home?
Take a taxi or the subway
Try, try as you might to believe
All of the conversations off the street
Love, have you thought about how we're getting home?
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Written by: Luke McDonald, Peter Bernoth, Ross Chandler, Scott Bromiley, Timothy Morrissey