She polished every piece of silverware
Straighten out the kitchen chairs
Saying I’m so close, but I’m not there yet
She gets her grief to hide behind
Napkin rings and vacuum lines
He’s not coming home but the table’s all set
Sometimes life is such a disaster
And until we find the piece that we’re after
Oh, we all cope
Everybody’s got their ways
I know I’ve got mine
At the back of Monday’s matinee
There’s a man with failure on his face
Saying I’m so close, it’s like a joke now
He’s got a ticket stub in his suit
For each dead end job interview
Like he’s collecting reasons for laughing out loud
You know any minute, things could get better
And for now we hold our pieces together
Oh, we all cope
Everybody’s got their ways
Yeah, I know I’ve got mine
Oh, the blinds are closed
You’re doing anything it takes
To get you through the night
We all need hope
And until we’re there
We cope
We’re just seconds from
Sunrise
We’re holding on
Through dark skies
Until we feel that light
Yeah, we all cope
Oh, the blinds are closed
You’re doing anything it takes
To get you through the night
We all need hope
And until we’re there
We cope
She polished every piece of silverware
Straightened out the kitchen chairs
Saying I’m so close, but I’m not there yet
