| He walks out each morning | |
| He knows where he's going | |
| It will take ten days to get to the desert in the sea | |
| And she'll stay home waiting | |
| And she'll stay home praying | |
| That the sand turned liquid won't take him away | |
| I, I suppose that's normal | |
| I, I suppose that's average | |
| But I, I refuse to think that's life for me | |
| She walks out at night | |
| She knows where she's at | |
| And she'll take her dress off if anyone thinks | |
| She's worths twenty-five or more | |
| That's how it goes | |
| I, I suppose that's normal | |
| I, I suppose that's average | |
| And I, I refuse to think that's life for me | |
| And she'll stay home waiting | |
| And he'll stay home praying | |
| That the streets will bring her back | |
| Safe and sound | |
| I, I suppose that's normal | |
| I, I suppose that's average | |
| But I, I refuse to think that's life for me | |
| Life for me |