Breakfast At Our House

Breakfast At Our House - Gretchen Peters Lyrics

this is how it is

no dramatic scenes

you read your morning paper

i read my magazine

happy weatherman

says we need the rain

but i don't know what he's thinking

it's been coming down for days



and this brew is just too bitter

too strong for me to drink

gonna pour it down the drain right now

right down the kitchen sink

cold coffee in my cup

you turn the tv up

breakfast at our house



and this is how it is

and it's no easy trick

we can promise what we want to

but we can't make it stick

half a life ago

with this ring we wed

and now we're sittin’ at this table

with the things we never said



but to come right out and say 'em

would be rude and out of place

so I'll keep it to myself I guess

but it's written all across your face

burnt toast and offerings

that's what the morning brings

breakfast at our house



so here's to all the young boys, to all the fair haired

girls

who ran away on honeymoons, who married in a whirl

whose pretty bed of roses feels like a bed of coals

who sit at breakfast tables and stare into their bowls

who had their dreams of love, but now they're waking up

breakfast at our house

cold coffee in my cup, you turn the tv up

breakfast at our house