Martha (Cover of Tom Waits)

Operator, number please, it's been so many years She'll remember my old voice while I fight the tears It's been twenty years or more now, Martha, please recall And meet me out for coffee where we'll talk about it all and Those were days of roses, of poetry and prose And, Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me There was no tomorrow, we packed away all our sorrows And we saved 'em for a rainy day I feel so much older now, and you're much older too How's the husband, and how's the kids, you know that I got married, too Guess that our bein' together was never meant to be But, Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see and Those were days of roses, of poetry and prose And, Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me There was no tomorrow, we packed away all our sorrows And we saved 'em for a rainy day Those were days of roses, of poetry and prose And, Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me There was no tomorrow, we packed away all our sorrows And we saved 'em for a rainy day