It's bottles and bibs. Rattles and cribs. 3 am's again and again. Comfort the cry. Man it's flyin' by. . Swings and slides. And tricycle rides. Skinin' up knees.
Alarm clock, ding-dong, pants up, boots on. Coffee, cigarette, blue-collar breakfast. Hard hat, fork lift, dragging through a swing shift. Stacking up the boxes, watching that clock.