Six heures moins quart

Five forty-five the father leaves it's been thirty-two years he's been doing thatHe's really tired of killing himself he doesn't even have hope of getting out of itWarming up a taxi is not a life warming up a truck is not a lookLucky he has a wife who understandsThe artist who stays hidden in...Five thirty and a half the mother gets up it's been thirty-two years she's been breaking herselfTrying to hold her house together she lost her passionsCleaning lady is not a life slavery is not a lookLucky her husband understands the artist who stays hidden in...{Chorus:}In his heart he's a great musicianA talented artist a kind of Vigneault or CharleboisIn her heart she's a great actressA stage artist like they don't make anymoreLike we don't see anymore oh oh oh{at the Chorus}Five forty-five the father leaves it's been thirty-two years he's been doing thatHe's really tired of killing himself he doesn't even have hope of getting out of itWarming up a taxi is not a life warming up a truck is not a lookLucky he has a wife who understandsThe artist who stays hidden in...