Lee drove me home
Seven in the morning
Must be at work by ten

Rolling up her sleeves
Kissing her children
Wanting so badly to be asleep

But the day has plans
And you're wanted upstairs
(Who's screaming at the top of their lungs?
Well I don't have time, and my patience is running thin)

Closing her eyes
Seven in the morning
Lee does her best to stay awake

Leaning in the chair
Our conversation
Lingering above us like a cloud

(Have we decided who's picking up the kids after school?)