IntroVerse 1There's Speckled White Paint On His Faded Blue DenimHe's Had A Brush In His Hand Since A Quarter Past SevenThere's An Unfinished Fight Behind The Screen DoorBut That Fence Needs One, Maybe Two Coats MoreSo He'll Stay Outside, And She'll Just Let HimThey've Got Things They Should Say, It's TrueBut They Both Find Better Things To DoChorusHe Mows The LawnClears Out The GutterTakes Out The TrashSorts Through The ClutterHe Does Anything, Just About Everything Other Than Say What's On His MindShe Doesn't Talk, He Doesn't ListenThey Fix The Things That Don't Need The FixingKeep Telling Themselves It Is What It Isn'tShe Cleans The House, He Paints The PicketVerse 2There's A Red Wine Stain On The Living Room CarpetGot A Pile Of Laundry She Still Ain't StartedThere's Dust On The Frame Of Their Wedding PictureA Ring On Her Hand That Just Don't Fit Her Like It DidShe Should Tell Him But InsteadChorusShe Makes The BedFolds Back The CoversShe Sweeps The RugBut Doesn't Look UnderShe Does Anything, Just About Everything Other Than Say What's On Her MindHe Doesn't Talk, She Doesn't ListenThey Fix The Things That Don't Need The FixingKeep Telling Themselves It Is What It Isn'tShe Cleans The House, He Paints The PicketInterludeBridgeThey've Got Things They Should Say, It's TrueBut They Both Find Better Things To DoChorusHe Mows The LawnClears Out The GutterTakes Out The TrashSorts Through The ClutterHe Does Anything, Just About Everything Other Than Say What's On His MindShe Doesn't Talk, He Doesn't ListenThey Fix The Things That Don't Need The FixingKeep Telling Themselves It Is What It Isn'tShe Cleans The House, He Paints The PicketHe Paints The PicketOutro
