I’ll miss this place, last shift
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 13.4s
- length
- 2:49
- language
- En
lyrics
Clock says six-forty-five, I’m tying my lace Blue badge on my chest, same stain on my face Printer still coughing out one more white page I fold up my apron, same corner, same cage One more tray to clear, one more sweep of the floor The kettle clicks once, then it’s quiet in the store I look at the clock like, “hold on small for me” By tomorrow morning, I’m gone to be free Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift I’m out of this place, last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift I’ll miss this place, last shift The manager walks by, with his keys and his frown I’m wiping the counter, then I clock out now The bench by the gate where the riders all wait Even that broken fan had a way to feel great One more tray to clear, one more sweep of the floor The kettle clicks once, then it’s quiet in the store I look at the clock like, “hold on small for me” By tomorrow morning, I’m gone to be free Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift I’m out of this place, last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift I’ll miss this place, last shift My hands know the buckets, the mop and the bin My ears know the buzzer when the customers swing in I hated the hours, but the rhythm fit my skin So I wave to the doorway, and let the new day in Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift I’m out of this place, last shift, last shift Last shift, last shift, last shift, last shift I’ll miss this place, last shift