Returning is a habit
For those like you
Buried and bored by the usual routines
Will you ever confess to your wife
That on saturdays you've slept with me
For about ten years, through thick and thin
But I can't ask
I mustn't ask
It's you that will answer if you want
But I can't cry
I mustn't cry
It's you that will decide if you want
Returning is a habit
For those like you
Faithful, tightly tied to the usual fold
How will you tell your wife
You've got a son that's identical to you
He's got big, black eyes
He's just turned three
He's young and he can't ask
He mustn't ask
It's you that will answer if you want
But he mustn't cry
Crying's a shame
It's you that will answer
If you know
But I can't ask
I mustn't ask
It's you that will answer if you want
But I can't ask
I mustn't ask
It's you that will answer if you want
It's you that will answer
You always can answer
It's you that will answer
You always can answer