Every blue song in the world has the answer
So I'll tell you in the morning,
The words I mumbled into soft white pillows
On a sleepy autumn dawn
Oh well, we'll go to the market
Go to the market
Where the good weather goes
We leave our prints in a dusty closet
Oh we'll steal each other's clothes

There's a streetlamp on in the middle of the day
It's not too far out of our way
It's such a lovely day
What do you say?

Or I can always
Pay the woman on my way back home
Pay her on my way
Pay the lady on my way
Pay her on my way
Pay the woman on my way back home