Shift-Ticket Bag

Lyrics

[Verse 1] They built up yurts where the trailers gave way Coffee on the tickets before break of day Signing every shift sheet, line after line Smiley faces at briefing, right on time [Pre-Chorus] Connie’s wrapped in a jacket, saying, “I’m cold” Christie’s at Home with the story retold But the crew rolls in with a grin and a plan Making something work with whatever they can [Chorus] Raise up the shift-ticket bag tonight The famous one that keeps the whole crew tight Panini press smoking, snacks stacked high Sculptures on the ceiling reaching for the sky They find what’s hidden, they bring it to light Saving millions every single night Through the long shift, through the morning call They show up smiling and they give it all [Verse 2] Dominique’s hunting skeletons behind every door Turning old loose ends into millions more No trailer to lean on, no easy way through Just a yurt in the weather and a stubborn crew [Pre-Chorus] Coffee stains marking the hours they’ve done Best snacks in the building, shared with everyone A panini maker humming like a victory bell Somehow this strange little camp runs well [Chorus] Raise up the shift-ticket bag tonight The famous one that keeps the whole crew tight Panini press smoking, snacks stacked high Sculptures on the ceiling reaching for the sky They find what’s hidden, they bring it to light Saving millions every single night Through the long shift, through the morning call They show up smiling and they give it all [Bridge] When the paperwork piles like a mountain range They sign their names and they make the change When the cold wind cuts and the hours run long They pass the coffee and carry on [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Raise up the shift-ticket bag tonight The famous one that keeps the whole crew tight Yurts in the weather, but the spirits stay bright Connie finds a heater, Dominique finds the light They find what’s hidden, they bring it to light Saving millions every single night Christie at Home, still part of the call Smiley faces rising when the morning comes They show up smiling and they give it all [Outro] Coffee on the tickets, names across the page One more briefing, one more turning age The crew keeps moving, steady and true Every strange little day belongs to you