Morning Shift
Down the hill the dogs are barking
In the half-dark, trucks are starting
Coffee’s brewing as the river fog lifts
Heading out for the morning shift
The road is paved with good intentions
And critters that should’ve looked both ways
But even worse than a bad decision
Is never deciding anything
Keep it in the middle
What’s the measure of a man
Little by little
I’m doing the best I can
When I wake up this morning
To when I lay down tonight
I want to know that I’ve done something
I’ve done something right
Somewhere between before and after
Getting there is the hardest part
I’d want to skip ahead a couple of chapters
And get to where the good stuff starts
Keep it in the middle
What’s the measure of a man
Little by little
I’m doing the best I can
When I wake up this morning
To when I lay down tonight
I want to know that I’ve done something
I’ve done something right
Might be better if I didn’t remember
And the good old days just never return
I’d clear my head of every reminder
Might be the only way I ever did learn
When I wake up this morning
To when I lay down tonight
I want to know that I’ve done something
I’ve done something right
When I wake up this morning
To when I lay down tonight
I want to know that I’ve done something
I’ve done something right
Down the hill the dogs are barking
In the half-dark, the trucks are starting
Coffee’s brewing as the river fog lifts
I’m heading out for the morning shift