Our old kitchen table was never really able
to bear the weight of what it had to bear today.
With our second cup of tea,
she said she was leaving me and that she never really loved me anyway.
Then I looked and she was crying
and I knew that she was lying
And I hoped that she couldn't
see that I was crying too
If she ever said goodbye,
I think I'd lie right down and die
I may have hurt her,
but I never really meant to
Don't cry, baby,
everything will be all right
Stick it out for one more day, we'll talk
it out tonight
Not everything is yes or no
Sometimes there's a maybe
But nothing's really changed with us
So don't cry, baby
Through my morning tears and hers
We look back across the years
And discover that what we
had was pretty good
With a promise and a pat,
I reassured her that I'd make the bad times up the best I could.
So don't cry.
Baby, everything will be alright.
Stick it out for one more day.
We'll talk it out tonight.
Not everything is yes or no
Sometimes there's a maybe
But nothing's really changed with us
So don't cry, baby
Don't cry, baby
you