Lyrics:
Half a Mind
It's Saturday, it's early, and he's sullen and withdrawn
She's wondering what injury from her has brought this on
When did she insult him? Has she done something wrong?
...and meanwhile he's wondering if there are any waffles left

Sometimes he gets so moody, he bottles it inside
Stifles up his feelings, it's a matter of his pride
She wishes he would open up and say what's on his mind
...and meanwhile he's wishing that the A-Team was still on the air

  She's got half a mind to leave, she's got half a mind to grieve
  She's got half a mind to seethe, and he's got half a mind

Soon she hears the rumble of the mower turning on
She knows he's working out all his frustrations on the lawn
Should she go out and plead with him to tell her what's gone wrong?
...and meanwhile he's wishing that the front lawn would mow itself

Now he's in the garden, pulling weeds out of the soil
She knows if she confronts him it'll bring this to a boil
Why must he avoid her? Why can't he speak his mind?
...but the only thing that's on his mind is [babble]

  [chorus]

      SportsCenter isn't on yet, where's the remote control?
      These pretzels taste like cardboard, I wish we had a dog
      Where did I leave the car keys?  Maybe I'll have a beer
      ...what's her problem anyway?

Now it's Sunday morning and their troubles have all passed
Whatever demons ate him up, he's worked it out at last
She pulls him to her tightly, now everything's ok
...and meanwhile he's wondering if there are any waffles left

2006 "Half a Term" alternate lyrics

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