Porchlight Moment

A raincoat that never dried

In the employee hallway light The shift-change card is punched inside

Underneath the fluorescent bright

Our neighbor with the porch light smiles

For the story but means none of it

Waiting in the cold air loading bay Where the concrete starts to

split

Time is slipping through the floor (ahhhh) We don't work here anymore

Out in the cold air,

we're breaking away

Into the shift-change, ending the day (yeah,

yeah) Under the white light we find our way

In the cold air

We are breaking away (breaking away)