Lovers Understand

He loses himself in the boxscores
 She can't decide what to wear
 There will be no realization today
 And she'll carry out her affair
 She dreams frequent and vividly
 He has no dreams at all
 She describes them to him every mornin'
 As he complains about the mileage of his car
 They have no children to speak of
 And don't own their colonial home
 The color TV lulls one of them to sleep
 While the other changes stations alone
 Hand in hand I lost her hand and cried the tears
 Lovers understand
 They could not afford a real honeymoon
 So they strolled hand in hand in the Square
 She does the same with the guy at the office
 He likes the color of her hair
 He's quiet and tired a lot lately
 He sets goals and doesn't follow through
 He stares at her picture on the fireplace
 And whispers a prayer to the room
 "There are no mistakes," he says, shrugging off,
 "We just did what we had to do
 I don't think that I could get angry again
 At least not like I did in my youth
 Hand in hand I lost her hand and cried the tears
 Lovers understand."
 Sur le quai son mouchoir (On the platform, her hankerchief)
 S'enfuit deja (already disappears)
 Sous le jour qui s'allonge (in the day that stretches)
 S'estompe a l'horizon (fades at the horizon)