Late-Night Record

You came home as I was leaving

We would kiss beside the door

You'd say, "Don't forget the milk, love"

I'd come home with bread and nothing more

There were weeks we barely saw us

In the middle of the things we did

So you circled Friday evening

Said, "I'm booking you for half past six"

Friday at half past six

I got a date with my wife

Put the other plans on hold

I've been waiting for you all week

You can laugh

You can laugh at the way I dance

I know you're gonna take my hand

Twenty-five years and you're still my favorite

Friday at half past six

I remember that Italian place

We'd been saving up to go

You were wearing those red earrings

There was plywood where the door should go

So we ate two burgers in the car

In the clothes we'd ironed at five

You said, "Very fancy service"

When I passed the paper napkins down the side

Friday at half past six

I got a date with my wife

Put the other plans on hold

I've been waiting for you all week

You can laugh at the way I dance

I know you're gonna take my hand

Twenty-five years and you're still my favorite

Friday at half past six

Sometimes we couldn't make it

Sometimes the week got in the way

But I'd hear you start the music

And the kitchen got a little more space

Ten minutes just to find you

Before we had to start again

You put your head against my shoulder

And I remembered who I am

Friday at half past six

I've got a date with my wife

Put the other plans on hold

I've been waiting for you all week

You can laugh at the way I dance

I know you're gonna take my hand

Twenty-five years and you're still my favorite

Friday at half past six

I got your coat

I got my keys

Come on, darling

Dance with me