In early rush of morning Trying to get the kids to school
One's hanging on my shirt tails Another one's locked up in her room
I'm yelling up the stairs stop worrying about your hair You look fine
Then they're fighting in the back seat and I'm playing refe-ree
Now some-one's gotta go The moment that we leave
And Everybody's late I swear I can't wait til they grow up
Then they do-oo and that's how it is-is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe how much you miss
All they do-oo and all they did-id
You want all the dreams they dream to come true
Then they do-oo
Now the youngest is starting college She'll be leaving in the fall
And BreAnna's latest boyfriend called to asked if we could talk
I got the impression He's about to pop the question any day
I look over at their pictures Sitting in their frames
I see them as babies Guess that'll never change
You pray all their lives Some day they will find happi-ness
to chorus
No more Monday P.T.A.s No car pools or soccer games
Your work is done Now you got time that's all your own
You've been waiting for so long for those days to come
to chorus, to ending
Awww then they do