think your place needs a setting
not too far and not too near
i've been a long time forgetting
but it's the simple things my dear
when i wake up in the morning
i've been thinking 'bout my prid but not my fall
it takes a week to read your warning
and on friday nights you don't come home at all
all my friends tried to tell me
to make it out and make it clear
but my speech was never ready
just a whisper in your ear
when i woke up at the wedding
saw the minister convince you to undress
i couldn't stand to take the picture
and no alter boy can clean up all this mess
when i wake up after midnight
i've been thinking 'bout my pride but not my fall
i still need a little sunlight
and on friday nights i don't go out at all