Hojo's on Waukegan

we pulled out from st. mary's
 and peered out of the back
 it didn't take us long
 to find a place to eat
 a fantasy of love and marriage -
 a world of food and sleep
 a ho jo's on waukegan
 is where it all began
 everything (everything)
 was going well
 as well as the beetle ran
 you count the red cars heading north
 i'll count the blues due south
 whoever racks the highest count
 can tip the waitress out
 we eat with just one hand
 the other two are clasped
 we're hiding all the time in the world
 let's hope the feelings last
 a fifty-fifty shot
 that one day we'll be back
 let's hope the coffee still comes cold
 and the toast is served black
 CHORUS
 now we've got three decades on our belts
 the same two wedding bands
 we haven't killed each other yet
 but we eat with both our hands
 you've gained a couple of pounds
 i lost a little hair
 a choked up waitress tears on check
 when she finds out why we're there
 a ho jo's on waukegan
 is where the bug remains
 everything's (everything's) still going
 fine underneath the weather vane
 you count the blue cars headin' north
 i'll count the reds due south
 whoever racs the lowest count
 can tip the waitress out