| ©l984 Linda Allen Well, it's "Take a letter, lady, and bring me my coffee" He has a meeting at quarter to two And I've done his report, he just has to read it And he'll take the credit, but I may's well forget it With two kids to support, what else can I do? Courage is the letting go of things that are familiar Choosing paths where no one else has gone And 'though the fear can freeze your soul, you know The only way to grow is letting go To give up the familiar So he's coming home drunk, gets sick in the hallway And he expects me to help him, you know I usually do And I just have to tell you it ain't much of a life All these sad, empty years of being his wife And I think about leaving, but what would I do? CHORUS Sometimes I sit on a stool in the kitchen And I stare at the curtains I made long ago And I think how I loved them, the small, yellow roses But the roses are faded--you know, the door never closes And I think that a change is coming 'round soon CHORUS |