Faces to the Window - Daniel Amos

I go to work I work hard, I do come home exhausted

I go to sleep quite early, lights off and I roll over

Nice and keeping warm, the morning comes too soon

All is well and it’s O.K., till I hear the bell and I say

«My little breakfast is a little bit of hell»

For they got their faces to the window

Pressin' their faces to the window

Little bitty beggars with the great big eyes

I turn the channel but to my surprise

They still press their faces to the, window

I go to church each sunday, I go to lovely picnics

I say my prayers at bedtime, I try to be a witness

I lose a little sleep, but I whistle while I make my bed

The summer sun is shining, in clouds a silver lining

Why do I find I’m shouting, «When is Thy kingdom coming?»

Got their faces to the window

Pressin' their faces to the window

Little bitty beggars with the great big eyes

I turn the channel but to my surprise

They still press their faces to the window

I go to work I work hard, I do come home exhausted

I go to sleep quite early, lights off and I roll over

Nice and keeping warm, the morning comes too soon

All is well and it’s O.K., till I hear the bell and I say

«My little breakfast is a little bit of hell»

For they got their faces to the window

Pressin' their faces to the window

Little bitty beggars with the great big eyes

I turn the channel but to my surprise

They still press their faces to the

They still press their faces to the window

They still press their faces to the

They still press their faces to the window