One more shift, one more shift
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 4.2s
- length
- 3:22
- language
- En
lyrics
Punch in at five fifteen, badge on my jeans Same cracked locker door, same grease on my sleeves Detroit air on my face through the loading bay I curse this floor all day, still I know my way Last cup from the break room, cold and burnt brown My gloves hit the bench, I ain’t looking around I hear that old press groan, I know that sound Even what broke my back kept me standing my ground One more shift, one more shift One more shift, one more shift I’m walking out blessed But I’ll miss this mess Blue light on the clock and a dented steel cart Forks on the concrete, sparks in the dark Mr. Bell at the gate with his dented tin lunch I hate every minute, still I know every punch Last call from the foreman, “you got five more” My name on the roster by the steel door I wipe down the rail where my hands have been I said I’d never miss it, now I’m caving in One more shift, one more shift One more shift, one more shift I’m walking out blessed But I’ll miss this mess Oil on my collar, saint on my tongue I prayed through the noise till the whole night rung If I leave this place, let my hands stay warm If I leave this place, let my heart stay strong One more shift, one more shift One more shift, one more shift I’m walking out blessed But I’ll miss this mess