You're home with me one hour of the day you're in my arms one hour of the night In the morning in the evening one little kiss Seems to me there ought to be more to love than this Your coffee cup tells the story much too much Half a cup left yet it's warmer than your touch You read the papers wave goodbye throw me a kiss Seems to me there ought to be more to love than this Seems to me there ought to be the sound of little feet on the floor Instead of mine they hardly know where to goin' anymore If love has meaning then I wonder oh just where it is Seems to me there ought to be more to love than this