And to think we Complained about the rent For a place We haven't stop talking about since There ain't a day that goes by No binding lease That I wouldn't sign For a moment In that yellow kitchen With you Can you believe We complained about the drive To the bars But we were never going out That night Buck naked and bottle of wine Warm by the fire Eating cold fried rice Rain or snow We were shaking All the time An apartment On a back street In a small town Tread lightly Love quietly Don't you make a sound Because the man downstairs Smoking cigarettes Will have the landlord Knocking in five A bad apartment Better Times Do you remember when I got lit with the boys At the River's Inn Too gone to drive Forgot to call Night was leaving When I stumbled in Three words turn into one A bed becomes a couch When the whiskey has won I love you I am sorry Mean the same An apartment On a back street In a small town Tread lightly Love quietly Don't you make a sound Because the man downstairs Smoking cigarettes Will have the landlord Knocking in five A bad apartment Better Times And I had a dream Where I couldn't find you Learning to live without Lying right next to you Oh and there ain't a day That goes by No binding lease That I wouldn't sign For a moment In that yellow kitchen With you For a moment In that yellow kitchen With you