Patterson Hood - Leaving Time lyrics

The baby's on the bedroom floor Suitcases and clothes galore Everyone's just a little bit sore When it comes to leaving time Your sister ain't got much to say The unexpected in the worst of spaces Momma's gonna be pissed all day When it comes to leaving time When it comes to leaving time So do what you're told without a fuss Run the errands and load the bus Don't forget to give a damn about us When it comes to leaving time At three I'll ask you the old time zone Faces on the Jetsons telephone Sing your songs and then bring it back home In three weeks time, when it comes to leaving time So hush little baby, have no fear I'm six more tours 'til the end of the year Thank God, the package store sells more beer It's nearly leaving time And I know everything's gonna be okay I know it's harder when daddy's away But I carry y'all with me in my heart Every night and day and I ain't never leaving I'm just taking us all to a whole bunch of places So do what you're told without a fuss Run the errands and load the bus Don't forget to give a damn about us When it comes to leaving time At 3 I'll ask you the old time zone Faces on the Jetsons telephone Sing your songs and then bring it back home Sing your songs and then bring it back home It's nearly leaving time It's nearly leaving time Nearly leaving time