How are things, he asks
I answer, things are mostly fine
I still go to work each day
Even got a rise in pay
And I party with the girls from time to time
Things are mostly fine
Except for this heart of mine
It hasn't mended
It refuses to believe our stories ended
I try crying it to sleep
But it keeps on counting sheep
And it seems, no matter what I say or do
It keeps calling for you
How are things, he asks
I answer, things are mostly fine
Your sister Jane called up last week
The plumber came and fixed the leak
There's this guy who asks me out from time to time
Things are mostly fine
Except for this heart of mine
It hasn't mended
It refuses to believe our stories ended
I try crying it to sleep
But it keeps on counting sheep
And it seems, no matter what I say or do
It keeps calling for you
Well, things are mostly fine