November 6, 2009

  • You do the dryin'
    I'll do the dishes
    Who'll do the cryin'
    When all them wishes don't come true…?

    You do the washin'
    I'll do the foldin'
    Whose heart is breaking
    When whose arms are holding someone new,
         sittin' on a peaceful lakeside?
    Didn't hear the roar of the waterfall come in

    When it's all a sorry mixed story
    When it's all so easy and nice –

    Here comes trouble in paradise

     

    You did the dustin'
    I did the sweepin'
    You did the drivin'
    Oh, and I did the sleepin' a little too long
         on a picnic made for skies so blue
    We didn't see the rain and heartache coming through

    When it's all an old black and white movie
    And you're sure you've seen the endin' twice –

    Here comes trouble in paradise

     

    You said everything was fine
    I'm sorry, baby, I didn't see the signs!
    Oh, so beautifully you read your lines…
    In a play where the hero has no vice
    And Love comes without a price…

    So does trouble in paradise

     

    Don't matter who did the dustin'
    Who did the sweepin'…
    Who did the trustin'
    Or who did the cheatin' when it's all gone
         layin' in a field on a summer's day
    Waitin' for those gray skies to clear away

    Nor when all love's glory and beauty
    Can vanish before you think twice

    Even trouble in paradise

     

    Now we share the laughin'
    We share the jokin'…
    Oh, we do the sleepin'
    Mmhmm, with one eye open…
    -Bruce Springsteen