Fumbling for the Mute Button

Sitting with you on the couch after we Both had such long days at work and were Watching some jerk off TV show Eating dinner at the coffee table and Not looking forward to tomorrow Counting up the hours of sleep we might get tonight When the commercial comes on And the decibels knock us both right out of our thoughts, and were Fumbling for the mute button Must be lost in a couch cushion And I'm sitting on an airplane Not to anyplace I chose Just trying to quiet my mind, but still Wondering if I'll have the time to iron my clothes Fumbling for the mute button On tomorrow On today Fumbling for the mute button On the future On the past