[Verse 1]
Rock at the fuel pump
Mark by the faded line
Name tag crooked, coffee cold
Gives you that dead-eye sign
Grumpy in the diesel rain
Muttering under his breath again
Tiny gauge, tired hands
Clock stuck in the same old sand
[Chorus]
Mark the fuel pump, Kathy with the broom
Keeping all the buses rolling through the gloom
Small pump humming, brush has no head
They stash their bad days out back in the shed
Mark the fuel pump, Kathy with the broom
Early morning start in a half-lit room
Half a week working, rest of it gone
But they keep this busted depot hanging on (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Kathy in the corner
Stick handle scraped and bare
Sweeping up the gravel dust
Like she’s erasing air
Laugh lines under purple dye
Tired but she still says hi
Quiet grin behind the steam
Bleach and engine smoke and dreams
[Chorus]
Mark the fuel pump, Kathy with the broom
Keeping all the buses rolling through the gloom
Small pump humming, brush has no head
They stash their bad days out back in the shed
Mark the fuel pump, Kathy with the broom
Early morning start in a half-lit room
Half a week working, rest of it gone
But they keep this busted depot hanging on (hey!)