Weekday mornings   Coffee smell in the air   After you've gone and the children have left for school   I'm alone and I think about all the plans we made   I think about all the dreams I had   And I wonder if I'm a fool      Weekday midday   I've got the marketing done   Plenty to do but nothing to tax my mind   That's allright - it's a habit   Heaven knows I can always watch the daytime shows   And I wonder which story's mine      She loved a man she knew little about   After so many years of trying   So many years of doing without   Oh, but what's the use of crying      Weekday evenings   We sit and I realize   You've dreamed, too, and I kind of understand   I've been with you and you need me to take care of you   But we'll work it out so I'm a person, too   And we'll help each other out the best that we can   'Cause I'm your woman and you're my man