Same Things Happen Every Day Nothing to write, not a thing to say So I take my pen and hand and start the same old way Here I thought I'd draw the line The weather's cool, the folks are fine I'm in bed each night at night Yes, I love you Yesterday we had some rain But all in all, I can't complain Was it dusty on the train? Yes, I love you Right to the browns Just as soon as you're able They came around to call And I burned a hole in the dining room table Let me see, I guess that's all Nothing else for me to say And so I'll close, but by the way Everybody's thinking of you Yes, I love you I do my best to obey all your wishes I put a sign up, I think But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes Oh, what's the ones that are piled in the sink? Nothing else to tell you, dear Except each day seems like the year Every night I'm dreaming of you Yes, I love you *