What do you say at the end of the day,
When the day’s work is done, but there’s no room for fun?
Birdsong is dying down, while the sun sets on this small town.
The day workers are heading home, telling their families of progress over the phone.
You walk in the door and loosen your tye, and for a moment you ask youself why.
But the excited chatter of your kids remind you, that they are the reason for all that you do.