No occasion and no reason and no candles and no song
Just the kitchen and the cooking and the radio along
You at the counter cutting something green
Me with the dish towel in the most ordinary scene
I’ve ever been part of and the most important one
The love that lives in the nothing-special under the sun
The love that lives in weeknight like it lives in every day
The love that doesn’t wait for special to have something to say
I used to think the love was in the special and the marked
I used to think the love was in the celebrated and the sparked
Event, the anniversary, the birthday, and the grand
But the love is in the weeknight with the dish towel in my hand
The love is in the nothing-special evening in the house
The love is in the conversation that we have and douse
With the ordinary wine from the ordinary store
The love is in the weeknight evening, nothing more
My friends who have the dramatic loves have drama all the time
My friends who need the fireworks need the fireworks and the line
Between the good times and the hard times bright and very clear
My friends who have the drama have the drama every year
I’ll take the weeknight, I’ll take the regular and plain
I’ll take the weeknight after weeknight after weeknight in the rain
Of the ordinary life that we’ve been building here
I’ll take the weeknight as the proof that the love is clear
Life that I’ve been building with you brick by ordinary brick
The ordinary weeknight is the thick of the thick
Of what we are, the whole and the complete and the real
The ordinary weeknight is the best thing I feel