it's sunday morning
she gazes at his head
and wishes he were dead
well get up, open your eyes
the bed is sinking
she notices too late
admist their sorry state
the lonesome fate
birds fly bye
kids outside
i promise we're fine
love will tow the line
i'll take it over
the ships are leaving port
and i'm waving from the shore
till i can't wave no more
someone is speaking
their voice is clear as day
but i don't know what they're saying
who cares anyway
birds fly bye
kids outside
i promise we're fine
love will tow the line
please don't cry
i've saved what's mine
we're tired of trying
when i can't tow the line
