Friday Evening Rush

[INTRO] Clock hit five and the flood rolled in Sun still high but the shelves look thin Red white blue on every sign And somebody’s yelling “where’s the charcoal line?” [VERSE 1] Parking lot backed up to the road Truck beds sagging from overload Beer on ice and a screaming kid Garden center looking like a pyramid Flip flops squeaking on polished tile Management fake-smiling aisle to aisle Some guy’s loading six cheap grills Like he’s feeding half the hills [PRE-CHORUS] Phone keeps ringing at customer care “Y’all got fireworks anywhere?” Stockroom hotter than July blacktop And the line still doesn’t stop [CHORUS] Friday evening rush Holiday wheels in motion Everybody buying like the world shuts down by morning Friday evening rush Blue vests running circles Sweat rolling down under fluorescent purple One more pallet jack One more “price check please” One more tired cashier praying for relief Friday evening rush Lord we’re barely hanging on [VERSE 2] Cooler aisle looks picked apart Last bag of ice caused a shopping cart war Somebody dropped a watermelon crate Cleanup crew’s already running late Forklift humming like a diesel choir Receiving dock running hot like fire And old Dale from sporting goods said “This place gonna leave us dead” [PRE-CHORUS] Manager shouting “fill that wall” While the lawn chairs disappear and all You can feel the storm roll through Every aisle painted blue [CHORUS] Friday evening rush Holiday wheels in motion Everybody buying like the world shuts down by morning Friday evening rush Blue vests running circles Sweat rolling down under fluorescent purple One more pallet jack One more “price check please” One more tired cashier praying for relief Friday evening rush Lord we’re barely hanging on [BRIDGE] By ten o’clock the shelves look wrecked Candy wrappers by self-check Radio playing summer songs While the whole crew limps along Outside sunset burning red Inside we’re surviving instead Tomorrow’s worse and we all know it But nobody dares to show it [FINAL CHORUS] Friday evening rush Still hear scanners beeping Half the overnight crew already stopped sleeping Friday evening rush Parking lot like thunder Summer weekend pulling everybody under One more closing call One more busted dream One more worker fueled by caffeine Friday evening rush And Saturday’s coming fast…