Clock Out, Come Home Thanksgiving 2026 ldp

007FM ldp Ai Radio:The Quiet ThunderStrom

TITLE: CLOCK OUT, COME HOME
DJ DR LOVE — 007 FM

[Intro — Low Sung Exchange]
[Female]
Your plate's in the oven…
The little lamp is on.

[Male]
One more hour, baby.
Then I'm coming home.

[Verse — Male Baritone]
Heard the family laughing through your speaker,
Had to turn my face toward the wall.
You said, "Everybody sends their love, sweetheart."
I said, "I wish I could've seen them all."

[Female — Low Chest]
Sent a picture, saved the corner piece,
Kept your cousin from taking all the greens.
But I missed your hand against my waist
Every time I passed your empty place.

[Chorus — Soaring Harmony]
Clock out, come home,
Let the whole day leave your shoulders.
You ain't got to bring a smile,
You ain't got to hold it all together.
There's a warm plate waiting
And a little room beside me.
Clock out, come home—
Let somebody love you quietly.

[16-Bar Rap — Male 8, Female 8]
[Male]
Watched the hour crawling while the dinner pictures came,
Tried to catch the highlights, couldn't focus on the game.
Got a little tired smile in the bathroom mirror,
Then I heard your voice and the end got nearer.
Told you not to wait up, you said, "Let me make my choice,"
Never knew a whole room could be carried in a voice.
Packed my bag, checked the time, sent you one more line,
"Heading home, don't start that favorite record without mine."

[Female]
Got the music low enough to hear you at the door,
Left a towel ready, moved your slippers off the floor.
I ain't gonna hit you with a list before you breathe,
First thing I want is you standing here with me.
You can tell me how it went, you can leave it till tomorrow,
I don't need a holiday with none of the real sorrow.
Got a little kiss waiting underneath this tired grin,
Whole house empty, let our Thanksgiving begin.

[Scratch — "Come home" / Filtered Drum Glitch]

[Bridge — Rising]
[Female]
The gathering's over.

[Male]
But you stayed awake.

[Both — High]
We still get our Thanksgiving—

[Low Harmony]
Even if it starts this late.

[Final Chorus]
Clock out, come home,
Let me warm the quiet for you.
We can eat beside the counter,
Let the music take its time.

[Outro — Spoken]
[Female]
Wash your hands. I'll get your plate.

[Male]
Come sit with me.

[Female]
Move that chair closer.

[Strings. Applause.]

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TITLE: CLOCK OUT, COME HOME DJ DR LOVE — 007 FM [Intro — Low Sung Exchange] [Female] Your plate's in the oven… The little lamp is on. [Male] One more hour, baby. Then I'm coming home. [Verse — Male Baritone] Heard the family laughing through your speaker, Had to turn my face toward the wall. You said, "Everybody sends their love, sweetheart." I said, "I wish I could've seen them all." [Female — Low Chest] Sent a picture, saved the corner piece, Kept your cousin from taking all the greens. But I missed your hand against my waist Every time I passed your empty place. [Chorus — Soaring Harmony] Clock out, come home, Let the whole day leave your shoulders. You ain't got to bring a smile, You ain't got to hold it all together. There's a warm plate waiting And a little room beside me. Clock out, come home— Let somebody love you quietly. [16-Bar Rap — Male 8, Female 8] [Male] Watched the hour crawling while the dinner pictures came, Tried to catch the highlights, couldn't focus on the game. Got a little tired smile in the bathroom mirror, Then I heard your voice and the end got nearer. Told you not to wait up, you said, "Let me make my choice," Never knew a whole room could be carried in a voice. Packed my bag, checked the time, sent you one more line, "Heading home, don't start that favorite record without mine." [Female] Got the music low enough to hear you at the door, Left a towel ready, moved your slippers off the floor. I ain't gonna hit you with a list before you breathe, First thing I want is you standing here with me. You can tell me how it went, you can leave it till tomorrow, I don't need a holiday with none of the real sorrow. Got a little kiss waiting underneath this tired grin, Whole house empty, let our Thanksgiving begin. [Scratch — "Come home" / Filtered Drum Glitch] [Bridge — Rising] [Female] The gathering's over. [Male] But you stayed awake. [Both — High] We still get our Thanksgiving— [Low Harmony] Even if it starts this late. [Final Chorus] Clock out, come home, Let me warm the quiet for you. We can eat beside the counter, Let the music take its time. [Outro — Spoken] [Female] Wash your hands. I'll get your plate. [Male] Come sit with me. [Female] Move that chair closer. [Strings. Applause.]

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