Taped In Front Of A Live Studio Audience

Taped In Front Of A Live Studio Audience

Lee drove me home

Seven in the morning

Must be at work by ten

Rolling up her sleeves

Kissing her children

Wanting so badly to be asleep

But the day has plans

And you’re wanted upstairs

“Who’s screaming at the top of their lungs?”

“Well I don’t have time, and my patience is running thin!”

Closing her eyes

Seven in the morning

Lee does her best to stay awake

Leaning in the chair

Our conversation

Lingering above us like a cloud

“Have we decided who’s picking up the kids after school?”