One more shift, one more shift
Sings with her cousins on every track
the numbers
- bpm
- 162
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 12.1s
- length
- 2:48
- language
- En
lyrics
Last shift, my badge still cold At the time clock, red and slow Gloria's laughing by the kettle My coffee gone, my hands still low Box of pens in the top drawer Three dead lighters in the tin I hate this floor, I know I do Still, I feel that tug within I fold the apron by the sink Clock says six sixteen My name tag's bent, my locker's bare But I know what this means One more shift, one more shift One more shift, one more shift Rinse that cup and lock that door I won't be here anymore The bus pulls up on Queen Street Rain on the window, silver lines Tina leaves me half a banana Says, "Don't go quick, you'll miss these times" The till jams once, I laugh out loud The stapler bites my thumb again I count the coins in the blue tray And swear I'd leave, then stay again One more shift, one more shift One more shift, one more shift Rinse that cup and lock that door I won't be here anymore I peel my gloves, I clear my tray One last scan and one last key They said goodbye in the storage room Now all these hours sit with me One more shift, one more shift One more shift, one more shift Rinse that cup and lock that door I won't be here anymore