(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)
My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dark.

The living room is still;
I walk by, no remark.
I tiptoe past the master bedroom where

My mother reads her magazines.
I hear her call sweet dreams,
But I forgot how to dream.


But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me -

Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be:
You want to marry me, we'll marry.


My friends from college they're all married now;
They have their houses and their lawns.
They have their silent noons,

Tearful nights, angry dawns.
Their children hate them for the things they're not;
They hate themselves for what they are-

And yet they drink, they laugh,
Close the wound, hide the scar.


But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me -
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be:

You want to marry me, we'll marry.

You say we can keep our love alive

Babe - all I know is what I see -
The couples cling and claw
And drown in love's debris.

You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds,
But soon you'll cage me on your shelf -
I'll never learn to be just me first

By myself.

Well O.K., it's time we moved in together

And raised a family of our own, you and me -
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be,
You want to marry me, we'll marry,

We'll marry.