Lyrics

A Song for the End of the Day
Words and music: Ann Reed

Riding home, the people in my brain
Are busy putting all the files away
I can hear their chatter begging me
To keep on working, but I disagree

Breathing in, beginning to replace
The beige but earnest air of office space
I do not listen to the radio
It will not tell me what I need to know

Oh, how was your day, how did it go?
Did everybody treat you like the precious soul you are?
If that didn't happen I suppose
When you step inside the door
That is what a home is for

Conversations real or wish-I'd-said
Running in a loop inside my head
I tell them nicely, "Sit and rest a while"
As I think ahead and start to smile

People and their dogs all have a date
We'll make our way around the neighborhood and take a look
At flowers in the gardens, and we'll say
Let's plant yellow, red and blue
'Cause our home would like the view

Ah -- let it fade away / It's been a very long day

We might ask some friends to stop on by
Or watch a show we've seen a hundred times
Try hard not to think of how it goes
Tomorrow is today soon you'll say: Oh ...

Oh, how was your day, how did it go?
Did everybody treat you like the precious soul you are?
If that didn't happen I suppose
When you step inside the door
That is what a home is for

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