there's mud on my son
and the dishes aren't done
but no one is weeping
no one is weeping
there's no noise at all
as I lurk in the hall
I should do some sweeping
I should do some sweeping
I think as I slouch
back down to the couch
my heart is leaping
my heart is leaping
but my body's at peace
curled under a fleece
as my fingers start creeping
my fingers start creeping
to the tv remote
I click, and I gloat
the children are sleeping
the children are sleeping!