Mr. and Mrs. Elliot

They have tried on a big, hard bed They have tried in a Boston hotel And in the big hot bedroom in Touraine, despite their mutual pain He can call it living straight But are you the master of your own fate If pairs of shoes in front of hotel rooms shake you straight to the bone? Mr. and Mrs. Elliot tried so hard to have a child But some of us will and some of us won't, that's just the way it goes And you're standing in the ticket line, you may rhyme and prophesize Drinking white wine and writing the days away Coming over on the boat, took their girlfriend to a French Chateau In Paris and Dijon they were quite happy, living in a room for three Mr. and Mrs. Elliot tried so hard to have a child But some of us will and some of us won't, that's just the way it goes And you're standing in the ticket line, you may rhyme and prophesize Drinking white wine and writing the days away Drinking white wine and writing the days away