When work ain't been working all day Why don't you come on home to lunch and stay? We'll start working for love, not pay When work ain't been working all day We will finish our songs another day And watch the light as it fades away Lonesome in a pleasant way I guess the light that is gone belongs to yesterday And the light that's leaving takes its own sweet time Changing colors slowly like fruit on the vine And tonight, Lord, tonight, some of it's mine As the shadows of the leaves on the wall Grow and dissolve almost in time to our chests rise and fall Rise and fall As we lay on the bed wanting for nothing at all Except for maybe another song Another song Another song Another song Another song Another song