The Night Shift - Bob Bennett

The Night Shift - Bob Bennett
Somewhere a child is crying
Himself to sleep
As I pray the Lord
My soul to keep
As my last amen
Slowly fades away
The night shift
Takes over
For the dieing day
A short order facial reflection
Glares back from a spot on the grill
And the only sound that makes sense anymore
Is the jingle of change in the till
Coffee and conversation
Still the tune doesn't feel quite right
Like an ongoing curse
Things have been getting worse
Ever since he started working the night
A lady paints her eye lids up golden
Because they reflect the neon light
And she waits for the man of her dreams
To dance across the floor tonight
She swears there's no commitment
But you know that she's looking for one
But she settles for less
Because she figures it's best
To do it in the name of fun
She does it in the name of fun
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A soon to be famous musician
Cranks out top 40 tunes in the bar
While his mind is somewhere on vacation
Far away from his voice and guitar
Seeking a cheap imitation
Valentino tries vainly to score
But it's forty five on
And fifteen off
There's just got to be something more
He says to himself
Is there really something more
Can anybody tell me
Can anybody tell me what I am living for
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