Dinner at Eight کے بول

Put on my coat, shut the light Make my way in evening light I'm all right Dinner at eight, dinner at eight A love, a home, a simple world of our own Your voice on the phone Dinner at eight, dinner at eight The burdens of the day Are all slipping away, away What mistakes did I make To make you walk away? Your face, my prayer The grace I find there Your hands, these hours A day that's ours One husband, one wife One dream of a life One lost and lonely night Dinner at eight, dinner at eight A tie, crisp white shirt To cover the scars and the hurt I get outta bed, go to work Have dinner at eight, dinner at eight Dinner at eight, dinner at eight