The Fine Art Of Dining Alone

It’s just another night, talkin’ out our problems
It’s just another fight, don’t think we can solve ‘em
Where do we go from here?
Why can’t it just be clear?

You’re takin’ it all wrong, don’t walk away cryin’
It’s gone on too long, don’t think I’m not tryin’
I guess it has to end today
Time to go our separate ways

No more calls on the telephone
This house doesn’t feel like a home
I guess it’s time for me to go
And learn the Fine Art Of Dining Alone

So I spend my time, lookin’ for that perfect woman
Talkin’ every line, it don’t even move’em
I wonder can it be the same
The grass is greener so they say

But I’ll keep on tryin’, to find the perfect lover
I pray that I’ll get by, Lord will I find another
Now there’s no more bumps in the night
Got no one to hold me tight

No more calls on the telephone
This house doesn’t feel like a home
I guess it’s time for me to go
And learn the Fine Art Of Dining Alone

We’ll talk about it later
Lord I wish we’d talked about it then
Ain’t that the way it always goes
Over and over again

Now that old sunrise, it ain’t so bright
Without my baby in my life

No more calls on the telephone
This house doesn’t feel like a home
I guess it’s time for me to go
And learn the Fine Art Of Dining Alone