Routine

What do I do with all the children's clothes such tiny things that still smell of them And the footprints in the hallway onto my knees scrub them away And how to be of use make the tea and the soup All of their favorites throw them away And all their schoolbooks and the running shoes Washing and cleaning the dirty still sink Routine keeps me in line Helps me pass the time Concentrate my mind Helps me to sleep And keep making beds and keep the cat fed Open the Windows let the air in And keep the house clean and keep the routine Paintings they make still stuck to the fridge Keep cleaning keep ironing Cooking their meals on the stainless steel hop Keep washing keep scrubbing Long until the dark comes to bruise the sky Deep in the debt to night Routine keeps me in line Helps me pass the time Helps me to sleep Routine keeps me in line Helps me pass the time Helps me to sleep The most beautiful morning forever Like the ones from far off, far off away With the hum of the bees in the jasmine sway Don't ever let go Try to let go Don't ever let go Try to let go Don't ever