(Verse 1)
We roll in with the tide, a ship that never slows,
Docking at the blueprint where the first bright doorway glows.
We graft the aisles with the sunrise, set the shelves just right,
Inside the store we’re a crew, turning day into night.
(Pre-Chorus)
From floors to beams, we lay the foundations true,
POP up banners waving as the plans come into view.
We price the promises, we set the cadence tight,
Crushing every deadline, we’re sailing toward the light.
(Chorus)
Build the wave, we’re the crew inside the floor,
Merch and mount and merchandise, we’re never asking for more.
Three bells of progress ring as the bays take shape,
We own the clock, we own the dock, we own the build we make.
(Verse 2)
We merchandise the minds of shoppers before they step inside,
Shelves lined like a coastline, every sample placed with pride.
We stand the beams and fixture sets, the ceiling finds its pace,
Stocking every corner till the whole store sees its face.
(Pre-Chorus)
The crew harmonizes in this inland voyage grand,
POP pops up like constellations over the brand.
We map the routes, we pace the days with steady light,
Ahead of schedule, riding the moonlit night.
(Chorus)
Build the wave, we’re the crew inside the floor,
Merch and mount and merchandise, we’re never asking for more.
Three bells of progress ring as the bays take shape,
We own the clock, we own the dock, we own the build we make.
(Bridge)
Let the forklift sing and the pallet drums align,
Let the signage glow with the energy of the line.
We’re stitching every detail, from crate to customer hand,
A brand-new Home Depot rising from the sea and land.
(Verse 3)
When opening day approaches, the aisles finally hum,
The crew nods to each other as the first shoppers come.
The store breathes out in function, a beacon built of rhyme,
We planted every milestone, and we did it on time.
(Chorus)
Build the wave, we’re the crew inside the floor,
Merch and mount and merchandise, we’re never asking for more.
Three bells of progress ring as the bays take shape,
We own the clock, we own the dock, we own the build we make.
(Outro)
Here’s to the voyage inland, where the blue meets the bright,
To the team who built a harbor in a store that’s set to light.
We’re grateful, we’re grateful, for the craft we’ve sprayed,
Ahead of the clock, you’re the wave that never fades.
