The alarm clock sings its early tune, before the sun can peek
Miranda's up, beneath the moon, a brand new busy week
Little shoes and breakfast bowls, a whirlwind of small hands
She fills their hungry, happy souls, across the morning lands
She drives the ambulance by day, with sirens wailing loud
Through city streets, she finds her way, a hero in the crowd
But when the uniform comes off, and the emergency is through
Her realest job, beyond all scoff, is loving all her crew
The radio squawks, a urgent call, she's flying down the street
Responding fast, giving her all, with steady, capable feet
From broken bones to worried cries, she's calm and strong and true
A comfort in their fearful eyes, helping them get through
She drives the ambulance by day, with sirens wailing loud
Through city streets, she finds her way, a hero in the crowd
But when the uniform comes off, and the emergency is through
Her realest job, beyond all scoff, is loving all her crew
The day is long, the calls are tough, but in her heart, she knows
That tiny hands are more than enough, as evening gently glows
Bedtime stories, whispered low, a tender, soft embrace
A different kind of rescue, though, in this warm, family space
She drives the ambulance by day, with sirens wailing loud
Through city streets, she finds her way, a hero in the crowd
But when the uniform comes off, and the emergency is through
Her realest job, beyond all scoff, is loving all her crew
Yeah, loving all her crew, it's true.
Miranda, through and through.
