Dock Door Sunrise

[Verse 1] Dock door’s cracked open just a little bit wide, Sun’s coming in on the concrete side, Forklift idling like it knows the plan, Another pallet day begins again. Coffee’s half gone, vest still on tight, Spotters stretching in the early light, Radio crackles, same voice we knew, Saying “clear the lane in Aisle Blue.” [Chorus] At the dock door sunrise, we’re holding our ground, Steel rolling slow with a careful sound, One wrong turn and the whole thing shows, But we make it work, that’s how it goes. Dock door sunrise, steady and true, Everything starts right here in Aisle Blue, Before the crowd, before the store comes alive, It’s just us and the drive. [Verse 2] Pallets stacked like a leaning tower game, Every load got a number and name, Driver calls it out, spotter walks ahead, Counting inches like it’s life instead. Boots on pavement, wheels on steel, Everything here is touch and feel, No applause, no spotlight view, Just a job in Aisle Blue. [Bridge] And when the doors fully open wide, That calm gets swallowed by the other side, But for a moment, it’s just us and the sky, Before the rush comes rushing by. [Final Chorus] At the dock door sunrise, we stand as one, Before the chaos fully comes undone, Forklift humming like it knows it’s due, To carry the day in Aisle Blue. Dock door sunrise… We make it through…