Guess it’s the weekend
The kids have long left for school
He’s making dinner
Sets the table for two

Lights up the candles
Serves his face up for a kiss
Sets an alarm for early morning
Tomorrow’s trip a sign of peace

Sings her a love song
No one know who it is for
As he wails, she moves around the room
Always staring at the floor

He says it’s heaven
The way we ended up like this
But in his mind he is a-tripping
Gravity it sinks

There’s something missing
Even though we’re kissing hard
I’ve got a feeling
But it’s not love

There ain't no ending
No one’s coming bailing us out
We’re just hanging here
For a while
Like petty thieves on trial

Then there’s silence
For a hundred miles or more
You turn the radio on
They’re still talking about the war

Somehow she’s smiling
Her eyes still nailed to the floor
You’ve been gentle and kind
But she is need of something more

There’s something missing
Even though we’re making out
I’ve got a feeling
But it’s not lust

There ain't no ending
No one’s coming bailing us out
We’re just hanging here
For a while
Like petty thieves on trial

Now comes the sentence
You both face the judge of all
Time - It is the great oppressor
A libertarian of lost souls

It’ll surely bail you out
Scot-free you’ll be under a stone
So you better unbuckle fast,
Lest your time soon will be gone

There’s something missing
Even though we’re playing house
I’ve got a feeling
But it’s not us

There ain't no ending
No one’s coming bailing us out
We’re just hanging here
For a while
Like petty thieves on trial