Long before your day will start,
Before your moist computer eyes set in,
Violent dreams about Chicago,
And daily duties and deadlines set in.
I see your morning face.
I see what no one’s supposed to,
I see you naked and true – I do,
Pat down your morning cowlick,
And send you on your way to school.
I see your morning face.
Before you seem so soured,
All is forgiven now.
I see your morning face.
