[Verse 1] Clock in with the list still folded in my coat One more little promise with a deadline in its throat I shut the borrowed tabs and pull the chair in close The first real thing is waiting where the noise lets go [Chorus] Hands on the work, eyes on the page No grand escape, no borrowed rage I make one mark, then make one more The day is mine when I begin [Verse 2] A cold cup by the keyboard, a note beside the phone The room is full of half-done things I called my own I pick the smallest loose end, tie it till it holds A little less explaining, a little more control [Bridge] Cut the chatter, keep the thread Do the next thing in my head If I miss, I start again Not someday—now, right here [Final Chorus] Hands on the work, eyes on the page No grand escape, no borrowed rage I make one mark, then make one more The day is mine when I begin [Outro] One more mark One more morning
