Said you hate the sound
Of the buses on the ground
Said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town
So pretend its wheels
Are keeping their voices down
Such were the grounds for divorce, I know

and the radio
and the bouncing bodies' drone
Found dates and reasons I can't pick up on the phone
Said look at the clouds
It's assured all on its own
Such were the grounds for divorce I know

Above the dialing he siad
We hit it on the head
It looked like a wedding cake

but the darling is dead
We hit her on the head
Looked like a newlywed

but look at the lovers
and the way they stand
and the way they move
and the way they move their hands

and look at their babies
and their tiny little hands
and the way that god loves
and the way that god loves 'em

oh look at the lovers
and the way they stand
and the way they move
and the way they move
and the way they move their hands

Said you hate the sound
Of the buses on the ground
Said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town
So pretend its wheels
Are keeping their voices down
Such were the grounds for divorce, I know

Looked like a newlywed

and the radio
and the bouncing bodies' drone
Found dates and reasons I can't pick up on the phone
Said look at the clouds
It's assured all on its own
Such were the grounds for divorce I know