Ian Kelly 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
