Song Description
Life of a writer, in a diner, during the "graveyard" shift, what he sees, what he feels.
| Song Length |
3:50 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Sociable |
Subject |
Life |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The Graveyard Shift
© 2008, 2012, 2021 Words and Music by Warren Hein
V1
In this blurry cafe
I write a song that tries to fit
'Till daylight comes
No one here cares how long I sit
Tonight I look through dinosaur eyes
But man I'm no T-Rex
I won't slowly die
Another napkin attempt
To pen something the planet likes
But at this hour can I say it right
It's the graveyard shift
Chorus 1
That pretty waitress calls me angel
Can I find the nerve to talk to her
Was that her skirt that brushed my table
Love at first sight or for a bigger tip
Hell who knows
It's the graveyard shift
V2
When I add it all up
I'd live my stories again
When it's added up
I'll get a 7--no 8 out of 10
I'm the fool who limped those extra miles
Another suburb hero
Clicks through life's turnstile
This might be a helluva stretch--
When God shines his big flashlight
If not half bad I'll be half right
In this graveyard shift
Chorus 2
Outside that hobo talks to angels
He looks up and briefly our eyes meet
The late night crew says his name is Gabriel
In that neon glow his dancing is our gift
And so ironic
Even for the graveyard shift
Outro
It's the graveyard shift
The graveyard shift
The graveyard shift