All This Carrying On

For just one minute I turn my back, and

Walk out of the room.

I come back to a huge disaster

Sounding like a sonic boom.

The whole room’s lost all its sanity

And no one knows just where it’s gone.

Time to put an end to this feuding and fighting,

And all this carrying on.

 

3 AM is a time for quiet,

A time for reflection and sleep.

Especially for a working man

Who has obligations to keep.

Then some damn fool tries to raise a ruckus

And party til the morning sun.

It’s clear somebody’s got to shut him down,

And all this carrying on.

 

You and me sometimes disagree,

We let common sense slide.

We say things that we both don’t mean,

Leaving reason aside.

But it’s okay at the end of the day.

It doesn’t matter who won.

We work it out when we finally stop

All this carrying on.