The hall light is on and hot as red coal.

Don’t my kids see the switch on the wall?

Our bedrooms are as bright as the mid morning sun.

And I know it’s been hours since they have seen anyone.

The kitchen lights burn from dawn until way past dark

And the living room is lit up like a baseball park.

I swear my kids think I’m made out of money.

Maybe I would be a millionaire if I bought stock in the electric company.