Track 6 of the album Mile Marker Zero · 2016
Last Day on the Loading Dock
“Thirty-one years behind the same grey door, and the last day felt like any other. That's what scared me about it.”
slow rock · working-class ballad · slow rock · 3:59
Lyrics
Thirty-one years of the same grey door Same cold coffee on the same cracked floor Punched my card at a quarter to five Funny how a clock can feel so alive They bought a cake with my name in blue Somebody's kid said, what will you do I said I might sleep past the sunrise Might just sit and watch the trucks roll by So hand me the keys, I'll hang up my gloves Thirty-one years is a whole lot of love The road don't care if the whistle blows I'm going home, but the engine knows Hand me the keys, I'll hang up my gloves Left my name on a locker door Left my back on that concrete floor Shook every hand in the break room line Said take care, boys, and I meant it every time Tomorrow I'll wake before the light Out of habit, out of old routine Then I'll lie there easy in the quiet Best sound I have ever heard, or ever seen So hand me the keys, I'll hang up my gloves Thirty-one years is a whole lot of love The road don't care if the whistle blows I'm going home, but the engine knows Hand me the keys, I'll hang up my gloves Hang up my gloves Hang up my gloves