Garden Center Heatwave

[INTRO] Sun’s already harsh at nine AM Concrete shimmering like a slow regret again Mulch piles breathing in the heat And nobody’s finding anything neat [VERSE 1] Wheelbarrows stuck in the gravel grind Someone lost a cart for the third time Patio sets in a plastic shine But nothing feels worth that price tag line A lady asks if the plants are dead While I’m pouring water over my own head And the garden hose just barely sprays Through another hundred-degree haze [PRE-CHORUS] Radio static from the indoor crew Says “we’re out of ice, what do we do?” And I just laugh through the dust and sweat Ain’t seen the worst of it yet [CHORUS] Garden center heatwave Burning through the weekend plan Where every pallet feels like sinking in the desert sand Garden center heatwave No shade, no mercy line Just clocking in and losing track of time One more bag of soil dropped One more customer who won’t stop Garden center heatwave And we’re still standing in it all [VERSE 2] Forklift humming like a tired machine Dragging pallets through a dusty green scene Grill displays like a battlefield row Where the charcoal smoke starts to glow Kids running through the sprinkler mist While I’m trying not to clench my fist Manager says “keep it looking clean” But nothing stays pristine [PRE-CHORUS] Every aisle feels twice as long Every walkie call comes in wrong And the sun just keeps leaning down Like it owns this whole town [CHORUS] Garden center heatwave Burning through the weekend plan Where every pallet feels like sinking in the desert sand Garden center heatwave No shade, no mercy line Just clocking in and losing track of time One more bag of soil dropped One more customer who won’t stop Garden center heatwave And we’re still standing in it all [BRIDGE] And I swear the asphalt talks back Every step leaves a fading track But we keep moving, don’t know why Under that relentless sky [FINAL CHORUS] Garden center heatwave Where survival feels routine Between the mulch piles and the broken garden dreams Garden center heatwave We don’t get to leave the stage Just fade into the hum of retail rage One more pallet, one more call One more day where we don’t fall Garden center heatwave And Sunday’s not far at all…