Another broker says the page came down, I found the same damn listing still around. I flag the cache, resend the same request, Three more client names are waiting at my desk. You've said "one more" since quarter after eight, We both know "one more" usually means late. The coffee's cold, your shoulders wound up tight, Close the tabs, come on, and call it a night. The queue won't clear just 'cause I want it to, And somebody has to see these cases through. You can make your case for slowing down When this last damn name is nowhere to be found. Saturday morning, breakfast by the bay, No laptop, no excuse to work away. We'll take the long road home with nowhere due, And let somebody else have things to do. We'll sort it out, we always do, You take the old, I'll take the new. One more request, one last reply, Then shut it down and call it a night. Hard things land, we share the weight, If it can wait, we let them wait. We’ll leave the rest for when we can, We'll wake up and begin again. We've got tomorrow. We've got tomorrow. You know we've made that Saturday before, And somehow Sunday finds us here once more. You make the plan, I move it down the line, Then act surprised you still remember mine. That's why I put it where you always look, Between the client calls and things you booked. I know exactly how to make it stick: Call taking time off one more thing to tick. We'll sort it out, we always do, You take the old, I'll take the new. One more request, one last reply, Then shut it down and call it a night. Hard things land, we share the weight, If it can wait, we let them wait. We’ll leave the rest for when we can, We'll wake up and begin again. We've got tomorrow. We've got tomorrow. Fine, half a day. Don't push for more. No adding stops once we're out the door. We'll eat, we'll drive, you'll say, "I told you so," I'll roll my eyes like you don't already know. That's practically a signed decree, I'd frame it if you'd hand it here to me. Just give me a second—everything went light. I'm fine. I stood too fast. I'm all right. Sit down before you prove you're ten feet tall, You're pale enough to vanish in the wall. The work will still be waiting when we wake, And Saturday's one promise I won't break. We'll sort it out, we always do, You take the old, I'll take the new. Leave one request, leave one reply, Shut it down and call it a night. Hard things land, we share the weight, If it can wait, we let them wait. We’ll leave the rest for when we can, We'll wake up and begin again. If there's more than we can finish, let it go. We've got tomorrow. We've got tomorrow.
