[Intro - bright banjo riff, tight claps, half-spoken vocal] Clock says morning Screens say late I left three agents running Now the whole room has a wake [Verse 1 - rapid-fire conversational] Had a list on Monday and a coffee in my hand Now the backlog split itself like rivers through the land One wrote code till midnight, one read filings after two One came back with questions I was not prepared to do Every tab got busy, every thread got legs Every little task grew boots and walked away from me I used to count the hours by the meetings on the tray Now I count the workers that are moving while I sleep [Pre-Chorus - lift, drums open] Calendar is lying There is more inside the day If the work can run beside me Then the rules are gonna change [Chorus - melodic, catchy, doubled vocal] I got sixty hours running in a twenty-four-hour day Little lights keep blinking while the old clocks fade Set the agent on the mission, let the night shift play I got sixty hours running in a twenty-four-hour day I got hands I never hired, I got wheels I never paid Got a chorus in the workflow and a storm inside the page If the future wants a number, here is what I say I got sixty hours running in a twenty-four-hour day [Verse 2 - confident, playful] Boss asked who completed it, I said nobody and me Half the room went quiet, half leaned forward in their seat It is not magic, it is messy, it is still a lot to steer But the first time that it works, man, the ceiling disappears One agent lost the thread, one made a clever little mess One found a source I missed and made the whole thing less guess So I learned to write the brief like I was handing off a key Tell the machine the ending, then make it show receipts [Pre-Chorus 2 - lift] This is not vacation This is leverage with a face If the workers are electric Then the manager is taste [Chorus - bigger, claps forward] I got sixty hours running in a twenty-four-hour day Little lights keep blinking while the old clocks fade Set the agent on the mission, let the night shift play I got sixty hours running in a twenty-four-hour day I got hands I never hired, I got wheels I never paid Got a chorus in the workflow and a storm inside the page If the future wants a number, here is what I say I got sixty hours running in a twenty-four-hour day [Bridge - acoustic guitar and piano, still moving] Do not call it easy Do not call it free Every good instruction Takes a piece of me But when the dawn comes knocking And the drafts line up in place I can hear the old world asking How'd you fit that in one day? [Final Chorus - full band, gang vocal doubles on title only] I got sixty hours running in a twenty-four-hour day Little lights keep blinking while the old clocks fade Set the agent on the mission, let the night shift play I got sixty hours running in a twenty-four-hour day I got hands I never hired, I got wheels I never paid Got a chorus in the workflow and a storm inside the page If the future wants a number, here is what I say I got sixty hours running in a twenty-four-hour day [Outro - banjo and drums, quick tag] Sixty hours running On the Model FM wave
