Verse 1 Used to see you parked by the break room wall, Fork truck humming low like it knew the call. Clock still running, but time stood still, Coffee going cold, laughing just to kill Another night, another tired bone. You’d lean back, say “Man, this place ain’t home.” But it felt like it was, at least back then, When second shift still felt like friends. Pre-Chorus You’d tell stories like they weren’t a big deal, Like danger was just something you learned to feel. Sand in your boots, steel in your eyes, Talking ‘bout missions we’ll never know the size. Chorus Now you’re gone to the first, and it ain’t the same, Break room quiet, but the silence screams your name. Fork truck’s empty where you used to sit, Like the soul clocked out and never clocked back in. We used to chill, man, shoulder to shoulder, Now it’s just ghosts getting older. Verse 2 We talked games, late-night campaigns, Controllers passed like contraband. You’d joke about loadouts, real ones, not screens, Say “Kid, I’ve done things you only see in scenes.” Guns cleaned careful, respect in the steel, Not loud-mouth flexing — just calm and real. Secret routes, places maps won’t show, Names you never said, just nodded slow. Pre-Chorus And first shift rolls in, tripping over sense, Pallets stacked wrong like an accident. Leave messes like someone else will care, Clock out early, disappear in air. Chorus Now you’re gone to the first, and it ain’t the same, Same walls, same jobs, different kind of pain. They don’t know the code, don’t know the weight, They just punch the clock and call it fate. We used to chill, man, shoulder to shoulder, Now it’s just ghosts getting older. Bridge Remember when you said, “This place’ll test you”? Not the work — the people, the shit they let through. We laughed it off, said we’d survive, Second shift grit just trying to stay alive. But something breaks when the real ones leave, Like the floor remembers, but the suits don’t see. Verse 3 Now I park my lift where you used to rest, Same concrete, same unpaid stress. I catch myself waiting for your voice, Like maybe this timeline still had a choice. But first shift took you, and I get why, You get tired of watching effort die. Still hurts though — not gonna lie, Some losses don’t fade, they just learn to hide. Final Chorus Yeah you’re gone to the first, and it changed the place, Not louder, not better, just lost its face. Fork truck humming like a memory loop, Still waiting on a laugh that ain’t coming through. We used to chill, man, back when it was real, Before the good ones learned how to leave. Outro If you hear this someday, just know we remember. Second shift never forgets its members.
