Two Shifts And A Dream

Alarm at five Coffee in a plastic cup Kiss you once Try not to wake you up Steel-toed boots Lines outside the factory gate Clocked-in ghost Paycheck coming late One job Two hands Three mouths to feed We stretch that receipt like a torn-up sheet Rent wants blood And the lights want more I hang my name on the hardware door One job ain’t enough for this worn-out heart So I break each day into working parts (keep breathing, keep breathing) Till the dark lets me in Second shift Smell of fries on my shirt Counting tips Like a bandage on the hurt Phone buzzed twice Kids’ faces on the screen Blowing kisses Through the glow of a machine One job Two hands Three mouths to feed We stretch that receipt like a torn-up sheet Rent wants blood And the lights want more I hang my name on the hardware door One job ain’t enough for this worn-out heart So I break each day into working parts (keep breathing, keep breathing) Till the dark lets me in Dreams on layaway Tagged with our names We’ll pick them up someday When time finally pays Hold on to me In this borrowed place We’re rich in the seconds That I still taste One job Two hands Three mouths to feed We stretch that receipt like a torn-up sheet Rent wants blood But we’re keeping score Every little laugh is a slamming door One job ain’t enough But your small warm hands Turn these tired bones into something that stands (keep breathing, keep breathing) Till the light lets us in Track from the album "Culture Clash"