Weekdays

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