From the recording As You Believed
Lyrics
The hardest thing about it is how it’s never, ever doneEverything’s in order, seasons shift, you find you’ve just begunThe final load is folded, now you’ve gone and washed another oneRemember how it seemed like keeping house together would be fun?Now how’re we gonna get this housework done?How’re we ever gonna get our housework done?Because there’s too much to do each day,To keep it from slipping away…With every surface dusty, no old pledge could cut through thatAll our rooms seem musty and our unmade bed a haven for the catThe tarnished silver can’t reflect your face or mine,It used to seem so easy — just a smile could make this whole place shine And now this is our life. We’re both here wishing we had a housewifeWith cheerful mop, judicious broom, airing every single roomEach corner yields to her vacuum, each closet freed from darkness and from gloomThe sink is full again, those greasy pans could make me cryMake me chafe against it all and wonder why we even tryBut as you stand there scrubbing, I suppose that I could drySide by side together, every single day,And that’s why we’re gonna get this housework doneWhy we’re always gonna get our housework doneBecause there’s so much to do each day, To keep it from slipping away.The nicest thing about it is how it’s never really doneEvery day another chance to wash the windows, let in the sun.