Hourly Daily

Don't let there be something sour in my coffee

There's fourteen year olds

Screamin' "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

Coverin' up those once-white walls

I don't want my boy to think that 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 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?

He's the spitting image and the oldest of two

Now, what kind of mess have you gone and got yourself into?