Same clock, different day

Verse 1

Monday morning, coffee in my hand,

Pullin’ in early, got a good game plan.

Jokin’ with the crew, makin’ the hours fly,

Feelin’ pretty good as the day rolls by.

Got a little pride in the work I do,

Sweat on my shirt, but I’m seein’ it through.

Days like that make me think it’s alright,

Maybe this old job ain’t so bad tonight.

Pre-Chorus

But then somethin’ changes when the weeks drag on,

The excitement fades and the spark is gone.

Chorus

One day I love it, one day I don’t,

One day I’m grateful, next day I won’t.

Staring at the same walls, walkin’ the same line,

Watchin’ the same hands move the same time.

Wonderin’ if there’s somethin’ else for me,

Past these punch clocks and factory dreams.

Every sunrise feels like a copy and paste,

Same clock, different day.

Verse 2

Tuesday turns Wednesday, then Friday comes,

Before I know it, another week’s done.

Same conversations, same break room chair,

Same old routine hangin’ in the air.

My mind starts wanderin’ where I’d rather be,

Fishin’ on a lake or sittin’ under trees.

Workin’ on my truck or spendin’ time at home,

Anywhere but here, if I’m bein’ honest.

Pre-Chorus

Then payday hits and I remember why,

Bills don’t care about dreams in my mind.

Chorus

One day I love it, one day I don’t,

One day I’m grateful, next day I won’t.

Staring at the same walls, walkin’ the same line,

Watchin’ the same hands move the same time.

Wonderin’ if there’s somethin’ else for me,

Past these punch clocks and factory dreams.

Every sunrise feels like a copy and paste,

Same clock, different day.

Bridge

Maybe it ain’t the job, maybe it’s life,

Gettin’ caught somewhere between wrong and right.

Wantin’ more while thankin’ God for what I got,

Fightin’ that feeling whether I like it or not.

Rap Verse

Yeah, alarm goes off and I’m back on the grind,

Same boots, same route, same thoughts in my mind.

Got dreams bigger than these warehouse walls,

But responsibility’s the reason I answer the call.

Bills on the table, family countin’ on me,

So I keep showin’ up even when I wanna leave.

Some days I’m motivated, feelin’ ten feet tall,

Other days I’m just waitin’ for the whistle to call.

Clock in, clock out, man, the cycle don’t stop,

Tryna stay thankful for everything I’ve got.

Caught between contentment and the life that I chase,

Wonderin’ if I’m runnin’ or just stuck in one place.

Final Chorus

One day I love it, one day I don’t,

Some days I smile, some days I won’t.

But I’ll keep showin’ up, keep earnin’ my way,

Even when it feels like yesterday.

Chasin’ a future while livin’ today,

Tryin’ to find purpose in the everyday.

Till somethin’ changes or I find my way,

It’s the same clock, different day.

Outro

Same drive in, same drive home,

Same old road that I’ve always known.

Tomorrow morning I’ll do it again,

Just another page in the life I’m livin’.

Same clock… different day.