Start with an old song...

This is a song about getting kids off to school in my world where time is always running out...
(The irony is that we ended up home educating our kids...)
Players - Nic Meredith - guitar, keyboards, bass, vocals
Mark Wood - Drums
Will Lane - Viola
Drawings by Fiona Meredith

"HARD" (music & lyrics - Nic Meredith)

It's a bitch sometimes, I'm shoutin' out loud
I'm pulling my hair cos I can't get there
I think I've said this a million times
Just a worn out record, I got dust in the lines
I'm a ghost, pass the toast, get your clothes on for school
There's a million things that I really want to do
Buy a day, fix the flue, better person for you
Even though I'm lard sometimes I seem hard
(So hard) Late again...

Some days I feel like a train without tracks
Playing music too late, should be flat in the sack
My head's a jumble from the front to the back
Pass me more tea, give me strength that I lack
Where's your coat? Where's your hat? Are your shoes in the rack?
Put your lunch in your bag, put your bag in the back
Where's the keys to the car, man we wont get too far
If I seem hot-wired, it's just cause I'm tired
(So hard) Late again...

Now the time is nearly half past nine and the teacher's looking mad at me
We'll get the letter through the letter box, cause it's the fifth time you've been late this week
And though we always try to be on time, it never seems to be
You are, you're just like me
You are, you're just like me
Yeah you are...you are...
(INSTRUMENTAL)

Sometimes I feel like a dog on the leash,
I'm barking all day but I can't get released
It's the weekend, we're s'posed to get to the beach
But the day's slipping past, I can hear myself preach
Room's a mess, I confess - yes, I know mine is too
But I haven't had time - it's the same for you
Here's the vac, here's the duster, now where is the broom?
I can never find nothin', what are we going to do?
(So hard) Late again...

(So hard) Late again...