Christie at Home

Lyrics

[Verse 1] They built their yurts where the trailers should be Canvas in the morning, coffee by three Signing travel shift tickets, page after page Every little box gets a signature cage Dominique walks in with a flashlight grin Finding old skeletons where the walls fold in Saving millions daily, nobody knows how She drops the numbers down and takes a bow [Pre-Chorus] And the ceiling wears sculptures like a strange parade While the briefing starts bright in the plans they made [Chorus] Here come the smiley faces every morning Best snacks in town, no warning That shift ticket bag is famous down the hall And the panini maker feeds us all We keep the wheels turning, come what may With a little coffee on the ticket page [Verse 2] Connie’s always cold, wrapped up to her chin Christie at Home sends a message in Someone guards the chips like a treasure chest Someone says the toasted sandwich passed the test The yurt flaps hard when the weather turns But the briefing stays steady while the kettle burns A million little problems, a million ways through The strangest crew around, and they get it done too [Pre-Chorus] With sculptures overhead and paperwork below They laugh through the chaos and ready, set, go [Chorus] Here come the smiley faces every morning Best snacks in town, no warning That shift ticket bag is famous down the hall And the panini maker feeds us all We keep the wheels turning, come what may With a little coffee on the ticket page [Bridge] If the numbers hide, Dominique will find them If the cold wind bites, we’ll stand beside them If the trailers fail, raise the canvas high There’s room for one more under this sky [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Here come the smiley faces every morning Best snacks in town, no warning That shift ticket bag is famous down the hall And the panini maker feeds us all We keep the wheels turning, come what may With a little coffee on the ticket page Yeah, we keep the wheels turning every day Christie at Home, and Connie wrapped away [Outro] Yurts in the sunrise, signatures in line A strange little kingdom, somehow doing fine