Tomorrow Morning I’ll Start Again

I was twenty-two with a secondhand car Big dreams didn’t take me very far Found a desk on the edge of town Family name on a weathered sign Eight by ten with a crank-out view Little square of sky shining through One door to him, one door to her Paperwork and a quiet whir I sit in my eight by ten Where the seasons roll and roll again Two doors swing and the years walk in I’ve been right here through thick and thin Don’t love it, don’t hate it, just hold on It’s is what it is all day long Clickin’ keys and pushing paper through In my eight by ten with a little sky blue Open door where the workers knock Sometimes wish it had a lock Computer screens glow all day Three of ‘em keep the world at bay Schedules, payroll, bills and forms Cold coffee and quiet storms They’ve treated me fair, I’ll say that much So, never thought of quitin' much I sit in my eight by ten Where the seasons roll and roll again Watched their business grow and thin Watched this town rise and fall and mend Don't love it, don't hate it, just hold on It is what it is all day long Twenty-five years come shining through That little crank window view No pension plan with my name No golden watch, no hall of fame Just fingerprints on a keyboard’s shine And a little bit of borrowed time Now I’m forty-eight with reading glasses on Still hear that same old office song They ask my thoughts, they treat me right I lock those doors most every night Don’t know how long I’ll stay around Long as that name’s still on the ground Ain’t quitting yet, ain’t fading out Just letting life work itself out I sit in my eight by ten Where the seasons roll and roll again Not chasing glory, not chasing sin Just showing up like I’ve always been Don’t love it, don’t hate it, it just is But it’s honest work for an honest girl Twenty-five years and I’m still true To my eight by ten and that slice of blue Crank that window, let some air in Tomorrow morning I’ll start again