You can try, It's right that you do
In your own way, I'm sure you know that's true
It's not easy, cliché upon cliché!
But so attractive, when everyday is a Sunday
And I truly believed it couldn't happen to me
Yes I truly believed it couldn't happen to me
But where the sheep once played there's only wheat now
Staring stupidly at my feet now
And everything I ever wanted is still in the kitchen
Be lonely, you're already alone anyway
Enjoy it, why shouldn't you enjoy the things you do?
Celebrate it, up in your room the world's so far away
No one will ever know
Be lonely, no one loves you quite the way you do
And you're so sure it's true it couldn't happen to you
You're so damned sure it couldn't happen to you
Just like the ballad of Lucy Jordan
You take all the risks you think you can afford and
And everything you ever wanted is still in the kitchen
You get down to the bottom with those frosty autumn mornings,
Metropolitian bars,
You'll be staring like a scientist into your glass
And everything you ever wanted will be still in the kitchen
You say it's fatalistic but I don't know
I believe that when there's magic it will surely show
And everything I ever wanted is still in the kitchen
Max Eider : Everything I ever wanted is still in the kitchen
Yes, everything we ever wanted is still in the kitchen