Mom is yelling from the top of the stairs to get out of bed
It is summer, and you wonder, what is going on in her head
You mumble, “I wish I were an adult, a man in one’s own skin”
You dream of a day when you have the freedom to sleep in
It is the weekend, and the kids are creating havoc in a heap
You hoped this weekend you could catch up on some sleep
Early risers your children are, much to your chagrin
At this stage in your life, you hoped you could sleep in
With dawns light your eyes open, it’s early, you’re wide-awake
Joints throb, you groan and consider what pills you should take
You wish that a lifetime of predawn alarms didn’t do you in
Not even in the twilight stage of life, do you get to sleep in