From the recording Other People's Lives
Vocal, guitar, piano: Terra Spencer
Lyrics
It’s midnight on Sunday, I should be in bed
But I filled up my teacup, busy thoughts in my head
I’m not one for wasting my nights at the club
But there could be more than laundry, lunches, and Netflix, and a soak in the tub
I go to a spin class that I can’t afford
Changing gears, making up for the years that I spent doing chores
When you’re looking to date at age 38
Single mother at home and up late
Looking for love or just a friend on the phone
Try to find each other, try to not spend this night alone
How can I compete with age 25?
I was almost in high school, when these girls weren’t even alive
It’s like watching a pageant of self-made beauty queens
Flawless and glossy, on the cover of Women’s Health Magazine
I look at my body, examine my scars
And wonder if anyone out there still makes love in the dark
When you’re looking to date at age 38
Single mother at home and up late
Looking for love or just a friend on the phone
Try to find each other, try not to spend this night alone
My little guy's sleeping in the bunk bed we built
My whole world wrapped up in a SpongeBob quilt
I say he’s my whole world but there might be space
For this newly-divorced dad from Newport with a kind smiling face
So I’ll send him a message, see if I break the ice
He likes long walks and movies, a night out would be nice
When you’re looking to date, at age 38,
A single mother at home and up late
Looking for love or just a friend on the phone
Try to find each other, try not to spend this night alone