

A leather jacket hanging on the plastic chair
(the break room clock is ticking) Suddenly you leave it there,
you walk away
Now you are standing in the loading bay
In the cold air,
looking at the streetlights glow (brrrrr)
There's a fire in the heavy climb
We are working overtime
Feel the grind, we keep the engine clean
(yeah) Working like a ghost inside a gold machine
(drop it)
Keep it on the line (keep it on,
keep
it
on)
Never out of
time (out of time)
Jacket on the chair
Cold air everywhere