

Outside the call center gate Checking
a cheap silver
band An
initial
that is not mine In the palm of my hand
Took the long way round The taxi driver knew the road
He took his time with the turns Carrying a heavy load
And now he drives the long way home
We sweat the grind until we break
Every promise that we make Heavy rhythm in the chest Never time
to take a rest We sweat the grind
We sweat the grind
Oh oh,
we own the street Oh
oh, we feel the beat
(hey, hey, hey)
Another shift on the clock
Another dollar in the jar
Watching the headlights fade out
Wondering how we got this far
We sweat the grind until we break
Every promise that we make Heavy rhythm in the chest Never time
to take a rest We sweat the grind We sweat the grind
No rest Just the long way home (uh-huh)