Martha's Complaints

All day long they're pleading
 "Could this be more fun?
 Someone is misleading
 We think you're the one
 We don't have the patience for
 Phrasings quite this long
 All these explanations
 Tangentially drawn"
 All day long she listens
 The words are all the same
 But who'll take the time, then
 To listen to Martha's complaints?
 He comes in a-crying
 "Glad this day is done
 Someone must console me
 I think you're the one
 Everybody's trying to
 Bring your old man down
 Come on, baby, hold me
 And turn up my frown"
 All evening long she listens
 He's a sinner, he's a saint
 But who'll take the time, then
 To listen to Martha's complaints?
 She stares at the ceiling
 "God, my head is reeling
 Someone should succumb
 I guess I'm the one"
 Stands before the mirror
 Things don't get much clearer
 Sits down in a chair
 And studies what she finds there
 All night long she listens
 To the voices soft and faint
 "There's a hole in the chair, and I can't stand my hair
 And the roof's caving in, and the dog's getting thin
 And I'd like to retire, or maybe get fired
 But then, if he falls ill, how will we pay the bills?
 And the children are grown, but they keep coming home
 And we try to save more, but it's money out the door
 I should think about sleeping as morning is creeping
 But if I don't give now
 Who will listen to Martha's complaints?"