Big Mike And Tiny Jon

[Verse 1]
Big Mike drives the graveyard highway
Hands like spanners on the wheel
Tiny Jon counts dotted white lines
Says
"These miles
Man
They feel too real"
Cab smells like coffee and bacon
Old map folded by the dash
Tesco on the side of that trailer
Rolling slow
But rolling fast
[Chorus]
Big Mike and Tiny Jon
Rolling till the sun comes on
Supermarket sunrise run
Same old road
Load by load
Getting done
Big Mike and Tiny Jon
Singing to the quiet dawn
Every little aisle light
Paid for by a long dark night
[Verse 2]
Rain taps time on the windshield
Radio drifting in and out
Tiny Jon sleeps in his hoodie
Mumbles
"Wake me at the next roundabout"
Mike laughs
Shifts that big old gearbox
Gearstick shaking like his knee
"Boy
These pallets feed the city
But this old truck
It carries me"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Yellow vest on in the half-light [low vocal register]
They back that trailer to the bay
Stacked crates clatter like a drumline
Night shift nods
Then fades away
Tiny Jon says
"We’re invisible"
Mike just grins and scratches his chin
"If they don’t see us on the outside
They feel us when the doors open"
[Chorus]

Loose barroom blues shuffle with walking bass, brushed kit, and lazy electric guitar fills. Male vocals sit gravelly and conversational; call-and-response backing hums in the chorus. Harmonica answers the vocal lines, with a small solo in the bridge and a late-song dynamic lift before easing back down., blues