Breakroom Replay

(go!) Fluorescent buzz in the employee hall Timecard clicking on the drywall

Stepped outside to the concrete lane With a ghost on my screen

and a digital pain (yeah)

I play the message and I hear the sound Of the road

not taken in another town (here it comes!) Who is that voice

on the telephone?

Living the life that I could have known

Running fast through the midnight air

While I am standing right here!

Shift change coming, the doors swing wide Fluorescent armies moving inside I

pocket the phone, I shake off the cold And let the story

unfold (hah!)

Stand under the cold sky

Watch the headlights roll by (yeah)