Last clock out, last clock out
Plays a horn that belonged to a man he never met and feels responsible for it
the numbers
- bpm
- 92
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 4.6s
- length
- 4:55
- language
- En
lyrics
Six-thirty, I badge in by the green side door Same chipped mug, same floor by bay four Ink on my fingers, the copier coughs all day I count the ceiling tiles, then I count away But today I fold my apron slow My name tag cools in the drawer below One last file, one last sweep Then I walk out on my own two feet Last clock out, last clock out Last clock out, last clock out I know this place by sound and shout Last clock out, last clock out The kettle in the break room leaks on the tray Janet from accounts hums through her gray We fought this place, then shared its bread Now the metal gate hums in my head I’ve worn these shoes through oil and rain Held my tongue through praise and strain One last shift, one last door Then my boots won’t face this floor Last clock out, last clock out Last clock out, last clock out I know this place by sound and shout Last clock out, last clock out The sky over the harbor turns pale and thin My lunch tin dents where my keys have been I hate the hours, I hate the grind Still, I’ll miss the hands, the noise, the time Last clock out, last clock out Last clock out, last clock out I know this place by sound and shout Last clock out, last clock out