Late at the Warehouse

[Verse]
The clock strikes twelve
The moon hangs low
Forklifts hum where shadows grow
They stack the crates all wrong again
Lord
Give me strength
I count to ten
[Chorus]
Late at the warehouse
It’s always the same
Questions so foolish
It’s a crying shame
I’m the boss
The one they call
But I can’t fix stupid
No
Not at all
[Verse 2]
Jimmy asks
"Does this go here?"
It’s labeled red—ain’t that clear?
Sarah’s lost
She dropped the key
How did I end up with this motley spree?
[Prechorus]
I hear 'em call
I hear 'em moan
"Boss
I’m stuck!"—I’m better off alone
[Chorus]
Late at the warehouse
It’s always the same
Questions so foolish
It’s a crying shame
I’m the boss
The one they call
But I can’t fix stupid
No
Not at all
[Bridge]
Pallets leaning
Nearly falling down
A circus act in this sorry town
I dream of silence
A world so still
Where no one’s asking
"Boss
What’s the drill?"

steady rhythm, folk, male vocals, acoustic guitar with a hint of harmonica, country