Thankless Grind
(yeah, look) Clock in at seven,
rain on
the pane
Nobody notices, nobody says thanks
Sweep up the glass from the morning rush
Spilling my sweat for a ten-cent plus Every face staring right through
the counter glass
Chasing that dollar that fades too fast Boss checking metrics up on
a screen
Trading my youth for a broken machine
Break your back just to keep them fed
Still walk home with an empty head They take every piece that
you provide
Turn around and look the other side
(all day long, yeah)
Another overtime slip on the breakroom floor
Hearing footsteps running right out the door
Polished their shoes, carried their load Left me alone on this crumbling
road
Never a whisper of gratitude heard
Just another cog without a single word
We build the foundation,
they claim the skies Too tired to sleep,
too broke to rise No handshakes waiting at the finish line
Just taking all our time
Break your back just to keep them fed
Still walk home with an empty head They take every piece that
you provide
Turn around and look the other side (never look back)
Still clocking out alone.
Tomorrow starts again. (yeah)