Breakfast at Our House - Gretchen Peters

This is how it is, no dramatic scenes

You read your morning paper, I read my magazine

Happy weatherman says, we need the rain

But I don’t know what he’s thinking

It’s been coming down for days

And this brew is just too bitter

Too strong for me to drink

Gonna pour it down the drain right now

Right down the kitchen sink

Cold coffee in my cup

You turn the TV up

Breakfast at our house

And this is how it is

And it’s no easy trick

We can promise what we want to

But we can’t make it stick

Half a life ago, with this ring we wed

And now we’re sittin' at this table

With the things we never said

But to come right out and say 'em

Would be rude and out of place

So I’ll keep it to myself I guess

But it’s written all across your face

Burnt toast and offerings

That’s what the morning brings

Breakfast at our house

So here’s to all the young boys

To all the fair haired girls

Who ran away on honeymoons

Who married in a whirl

Whose pretty bed of roses

Feels like a bed of coals

Who sit at breakfast tables

And stare into their bowls

Who had their dreams of love

But now they’re waking up

Breakfast at our house

Cold coffee in my cup

You turn the TV up

Breakfast at our house