Lyrics Months, Weeks, Days - Daryl Hall & John Oates

Why do lovers lend and borrow
Something they should give away?
Keeping scores in quarts per hour
Months an' weeks an' days

One is always made to suffer
One is meant to play
Markings on his blood and thunder
Months an' weeks an' days

The only times they listen is when they're far enough away
Lonely never argue, only cry

Why do lovers lend and borrow
Something they should give away?
Keeping scores in quarts per hour
Months an' weeks an' days

Keeping scores in quarts per hour
Months an' weeks an' days