Counting Chairs
One, two, three doors...
And we count the exits on the phone Left the unpaid tab
on the counter top alone
Underneath the halogen light we shine (ooh-ooh)
Behind the bakery counter after closing time Wiping down the glass from
the flour and the grime
Your voice on speakerphone is counting out the doors
Three ways out from these polished concrete floors
And the receipt
printer rolls another blank line
We are running out of hours,
running out of time
And we count the exits on the phone Left the unpaid tab
on the counter top alone
Underneath the halogen light we shine (yeah-yeah)
Just another ghost in the gig economy Locked behind the gate but
you are calling me One more shift,
one more night
on the line...
And we count the exits on the phone Left the unpaid tab
on the counter top alone
Underneath the halogen light we shine (ooh-ooh)
Three doors left... Unpaid on the wood...