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