HOURLY, DAILY - Hourly, Daily

Don't let there be
Something sour in my coffee.
This fourteen year old’s
Screaming get out of my country.
I won't let him rise just to say goodbye.
Hourly, daily.
The August cold
brings something bad in his sock drawer.
There's too much hate
covering up those once white walls.
I don't want my boy thinking I'm only to avoid.
Tread safe hourly, daily.

He's the spitting image and the oldest of two.
Now what kind of mess have you gone and got yourself into?

Make a morning pledge
To the hum of the city quiet.
Pray the daybreak sun
Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night.
Bring one good face into this house today.
Hourly, daily.

He's the spitting image and the oldest of two.
Now what kind of mess have you gone and got yourself into?