Lyrics

(Jayne Mitchell)

Arguments start in the blink of an eye
My lover turns into this angry guy
I don’t know if I’m wrong or I’m I right
But I sure know, I don’t want this fight

Take out the trash, Honey, take out the trash
Carry it out to the curb
Take out the trash, Honey, take out the trash
We’ll see what’s left in the morning

He turns on his heel and walks out the door
Ears folded over, just like before
Taking his heart on a long lonely ride
Leaving mine here, locked up inside

This is not so unusual, two people with two different minds
Will we find common ground or leave this love behind?

Morning arrives, radio comes on
In the cold, gray light of approaching dawn
I wonder when he’s going to calm down
As the trash gets picked up on his side of town.