There's speckled white paint on his faded blue denim

He's had a brush in his hand since a quarter past seven

There's an unfinished fight behind the screen door

But that fence needs one, maybe two coats more

So he'll stay outside, and she'll just let him

They've got things they should say, it's true

But they both find better things to do

He mows the lawn, clears out the gutter

Takes out the trash, aorts through the cluttеr

He does anything, just about evеrything

Other than say what's on his mind

She doesn't talk, he doesn't listen

They fix the things that don't need the fixing

Keep telling themselves it is what it isn't

She cleans the house, he paints the picket

There's a red wine stain on the living room carpet

Got a pile of laundry she still ain't started

There's dust on the frame of their wedding picture

A ring on her hand that just don't fit her like it did

She should tell him but instead

She makes the bed, folds back the covers

She sweeps the rug, but doesn't look under

She does anything, just about everything

Other than say what's on her mind

He doesn't talk, she doesn't listen

They fix the things that don't need the fixing

Keep telling themselves it is what it isn't

She cleans the house, he paints the picket

Mm-mm

They've got things they should say, it's true

But they both find better things to do

He mows the lawn, clears out the gutter

She sweeps the rug, but doesn't look under

They do anything, just about everything

Other than say what's on their minds

He doesn't talk, she doesn't listen

They fix the things that don't need the fixing

Keep telling themselves it is what it isn't

She cleans the house, he paints the picket

He paints the picket