sometimes I get to thinkin, way back in the old days, long ago,
when we were newlyweds and so young, things seemed so
frequent, you know
the days are longer, we just argue all the time.
feelins that we're hidin, we're kiinda out of rhyme
sometimes I get to thinkin, I just don't know
better sit back. and just let it go

these are the ways of our wives
sad thing is that it's true
those lays were such fun, now its one time not two
and I look, and I find.. I still want to..

you can't turn back the clock, can't make up the days
aint that a shame
I wish that I could count back one time,
when she loved to ride..
she always loved that game
no use in sittin back, counting what you did
you know it ended, after she had kids
sometimes it feels like, lately, I just don't know
every time I ask ... she just says "no"

these are the ways of our wives
sad thing is that it's true
those lays were such fun, now its something strange
and I look, and I find.. she's changed..
these are the ways of our wives
sad thing is that it's true
those lays were such fun, now its one time not two
and I look, and I find.. I still want to..

I still want to.....