(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)

My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dark
The living room is still;
I walk by, no remark
I tiptoe past the master bedroom where
My mother reads her magazines
I hear her call sweet dreams,
But I forgot how to dream

But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me -
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be:
You want to marry me, we'll marry

My friends from college they're all married now;
They have their houses and their lawns
They have their silent noons,
Tearful nights, angry dawns
Their children hate them for the things they're not;
They hate themselves for what they are-
And yet they drink, they laugh,
Close the wound, hide the scar

But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me -
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be:
You want to marry me, we'll marry

You say we can keep our love alive
Babe - all I know is what I see -
The couples cling and claw
And drown in love's debris
You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds,
But soon you'll cage me on your shelf -
I'll never learn to be just me first
By myself

Well OK, it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me -
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be,
You want to marry me, we'll marry,
We'll marry