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