The Tulips On The Table - Tim O'Brien

Tulips on the table mean that spring is on the way

The sun shines through the window like it hasn’t shown in days

And lately you don’t listen to a single thing I say

My baby don’t love me anymore

My baby don’t love me anymore

My baby don’t love me anymore

My baby don’t love me anymore

My baby don’t love me anymore

I come home from work and you say it’s nice to see you

I take off my jacket and say, «Nice to see you too.»

But I can’t help but notice you hate everything I do

My baby don’t love me anymore

The kids are at your folks this weekend, it’s just you and me

We can do anything we want, we’re as free as we can be

But we can’t seem to pick a movie we both want to see

My baby don’t love me anymore