And do I read you? Do I need you, Miss Wichita Line?
Or is it nothing, or something that I can't define?
And do I hear you; do I see you at the end of this life?
Will you be broken, outspoken, my dutiful wife?"

(Chorus)

"Will it be easy to care for me fight after fight?"
I said "You come home, you come home to me every night."
He said "I come home, but will I come home in seven years time?
When you're older and fatter, and things don't go so fine?"

(Chorus)

He said, "The smile you once wore is now a fragile disguise.
And there is love in your heart but contempt in your eyes."
I said, "I'm leaving. I won't belong here when sun turns to rain.
And men who write love in pencil won't take my heart again."

Chorus:

Honey let go my heart is breaking

He wrote, "I love you", in pencil, on page 94
And I asked him "What are you writing in pencil for?"
He said "I love you, but will I love you in seven months time?
When I've worn you, and breathed you, and watched our passion die?"