Well, I'm on the Downeaster Alexa...

I'm going back to my musical roots a bit...the Mary Chapin Carpenter side, anyway...

"She makes his coffee, she makes his bed
She does the laundry, she keeps him fed
When she was twenty-one she wore her mothers lace
She said forever with a smile upon her face

She does the car pool, she P.T.A.'s
Doctors and dentists, she drives all day
When she was twenty-nine she delivered number three
And every Christmas card showed a perfect family

Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design
spit and polish 'til it shines
he thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign, the safest place you'll ever find
god forbid you change your mind
he thinks he'll keep her

she packs his suitcase, she sits and waits
with no expression upon her face,
When she was thirty-six she met him at their door,
she said 'I'm sorry I dont love you anymore'"