Wind in our faces
As I pedal high
While you watch the houses
And - Oh, Hama Sushi! -
Pass by
I'm sorry,
I whisper,
If you drift off into night
With just Mommy
Daddy nowhere in sight.
Mommy has you at night
For those six hours
But the mornings -
Oh, the mornings -
They are ours.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
Wind in our faces
As I pedal high
While you watch the houses
And - Oh, Hama Sushi! -
Pass by
I'm sorry,
I whisper,
If you drift off into night
With just Mommy
Daddy nowhere in sight.
Mommy has you at night
For those six hours
But the mornings -
Oh, the mornings -
They are ours.
