Workday

Little hand mark on the wall

Little man stands in the hall

It used to be a tiny mouse, but it’s growing and growing

And this was such a giant house

Are you dreaming of a morning when you could stay in bed?

Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Just rest your head

Any day now of the week, is a workday; it’s a workday

Any word that you may speak, is on constant repeat

You were aiming for a smile, but he cried, yes he cried

Those shoes have not yet walked a mile, but yours are all worn out

I guess that pest is now your life

I guess the rest is just the rest

Are you dreaming of a morning when you could stay in bed?

Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Just rest your head

Any day now of the week, is a workday; it’s a workday

Any word that you may speak, is on constant repeat

Now if you feel partially faded

I guess a part of you is complete

Maybe it’s not what you expected

It is a blessing and a curse; you’re bewildered and immersed

Are you dreaming of a morning when you could stay in bed?

Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Just rest your head

Any day now of the week, is a workday; it’s a workday

Any word that you may speak, is on constant repeat

Everyday you work for free, there’s no union for a mommy

An although he drives you crazy, you’re so passionate about your work