"I say the bottle is half-full, she cries I've drunk too much. I think I'm living like a libertine, she thinks I think too much."
Lyrics
WORKING IT OUT
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)
I tell her I’m in my prime
She notes I’m almost fifty
I concede I’m half way home
She scoffs; you’ll never make a century
I say the bottle is half full
She cries I’ve drunk too much
I think I’m living like a libertine
She thinks I think too much
We’re working it out, as best we can
Trying to get along, in a hostile land
Keep on keeping on, that’s our rule
It ain’t perfect – but what else can we do?
I tell her I’m feeling fine
She laughs, it’s about fucking time
I’d better get over my midlife crisis
It’s time for cake, and tea and ices
We’re working it out, as best we can
Trying to get along, in a hostile land
Keep on keeping on, that’s our rule
It ain’t perfect – but what else can we do?
Copyright 2008, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.
