“Flowers for the Kitchen Table” No space in my calendar or my head All my energy’s gone but I can’t rest Always Falling behind to get ahead Oh what do I do it for? My eyes are getting darker by the day Ante up to stay in the game Dealt a good hand but I don’t want to play So what do I do it for? Don’t wanna seem ungrateful Dreaming of A house and a cradle Picking flowers for the kitchen table Oh I want nothing more if you ever see me on TV Drop a line ask me if I’ve gotten sleep And whatever happened to that dream And what I do it for