Three Streets Home

(hummmmm) Five AM, the coffee’s brewing dark and low

She kisses sleeping foreheads,

gets ready to go

First shift at the diner,

wiping down the counter space

Nobody sees the worry

behind her tired face She’s trading hours for tomorrow

Trading heavy sighs for hope

Keeping balanced on the tightrope

She wears the crown of three different names

Fighting the cold, defying the flames

Just to build a bridge

to a better day

Every single dollar is a prayer

she saves (oh, she saves)

Three PM, she’s punchin' in the second card

Folding laundry, scrubbing floors,

working double hard

Then the night-shift security,

staring at the screen

Dreaming of the college halls her children haven't seen

And when the morning light comes creeping through the door

She finds her strength on the kitchen floor (yeah,

she does) Looking at their drawings pinned up on the wall Whispering,

'For you,

I will never fall'

She wears the crown

of three different names

Fighting the cold, defying the flames

Just to build a bridge

to a better day Every single dollar is a prayer

she saves (oh, she saves)

She kisses sleeping foreheads,

gets ready to go...

(ooh, she goes)