Lyrics

[Verse]
Down at the plant where the machines hum low,
Flow-line's down, no work to show.
Sittin’ on crates, watchin’ time crawl,
Empty hands and a faded work hall.

[Verse 2]
Coffee's cold and the break room's dim,
Johnny's talkin' 'bout a fishin' trip again.
Boss man's grim, with a furrowed brow,
Nothin’ to do, just killin' time for now.

[Chorus]
Flow-line blues, what am I to do?
Gears ain't turnin', no hours to accrue.
Flow-line blues, just a workin' man’s frown,
When the line shuts down, the world slows down.

[Verse 3]
Sally's in the corner readin' yesterday’s news,
Jim's playin’ cards, thinkin' 'bout his unpaid dues.
Fans spin slow, in the heavy air,
Clock ticks loud, but we're goin' nowhere.

[Verse 4]
Dreamin’ ‘bout the weekend, out in the sun,
Pickin' guitars, havin' some fun.
But today it’s just the grind, waitin’ for a spark,
Man, these idle hours sure leave a mark.

[Chorus]
Flow-line blues, what am I to do?
Gears ain't turnin', no hours to accrue.
Flow-line blues, just a workin' man’s frown,
When the line shuts down, the world slows down.