[Verse 1] He is standing at the sink again The water's running hot The dishes never end, my friend They multiply a lot He dries his hands and walks the dogs They circle back around The sun goes down, the sun comes up The dishes have been found [Chorus] Nobody's gonna clap for this Nobody's keeping score He does it cause it has to get done Then he does a little more It's never done It's never done The list is always growing And the finish line is gone [Verse 2] She folds the clothes into a stack Tomorrow they'll be worn The crumbs appear, she wipes them back A cycle never torn The vacuum hums its daily hymn Across the same old floor She doesn't wait for someone else She's done this all before [Chorus] Nobody's gonna clap for this Nobody's keeping score She does it cause it has to get done Then she does a little more It's never done It's never done The list is always growing And the finish line is gone [Bridge] (Half-tempo, slight weariness but not defeat) There's no parade for showing up No medal for the try Just the quiet knowing that you did What needed to get by And tomorrow there's another sink Another pile to fold But something in the doing Is the only thing you hold [Final Chorus] Nobody's gonna clap for this Nobody's keeping score We do it cause it has to get done Then we do a little more It's never done It's never done The list is always growing And the finish line is gone [Outro] (Spoken, deadpan) The dishes are back
