The Night Shift

The world sleeps... I stay awake.

The sun goes down behind the factory wall I watch the shadows grow and the silence fall While they are dreaming in their linen sheets I’m out here breathing in the empty streets The coffee’s bitter and the neon is blue Doing the things that the lucky won't do My hands are greasy but my spirit is light I am the keeper of the middle of the night

I work the night just like the stars! Under the moon, under my skin I work the night just like the stars! This is the rhythm where the ghosts begin High above the city, far below the sky Watching the hours and the satellites fly I work the night just like the stars!

The clock is ticking like a hammer on steel I’m just a tooth inside a giant wheel But when the dawn is just a purple line The quiet glory of the world is mine No boss to scream, no traffic in the way Just me and the stars before the grey of the day I pay the price so the lights stay on A lonely soldier waiting for the dawn

Blue collar magic. Midnight blue. The stars don’t sleep. And neither do you. From the warehouse floor To the Milky Way. I own the night. They own the day.

I work the night just like the stars! Under the moon, under my skin I work the night just like the stars! This is the rhythm where the ghosts begin High above the city, far below the sky Watching the hours and the satellites fly I work the night just like the stars!

Like the stars. Burning alone. Heading home. Heading home. I work the night. I work the night.