One Woman

I fight my way through the 5 o'clock rush hour/ As daylight slowly leaves the sky/ I open the door to that little room we call home.

Her loving arms are to greet me/ And her tender lips are always there to greet me, at the end of every day/ You know, it's always been that way.

Then I fight my way through the early morning traffic/ ahhh, but someone else is heavy on my mind/ Then I open the door to our favorite little coffeeshop/ And she's right on time.

Her loving arms are there to greet me/ and her tender lips are there to greet me/ That's the way I start my day.

But it's too bad it dosen't end that way.