[Intro] Yeah… Two shifts in, lights coming down One more thing before we leave… [Verse 1] Last ticket clipped, hear the printer go quiet Flame on the range gets a final little riot Wipe down the steel till it shines back dim Apron soaked through, but the rush wore thin Bus tubs stacked like a wall by the sink Soap in the water, let the whole day drain Scrape off the plates, send the leftovers home Everybody tired, nobody alone Chef calls “behind” out of habit, then laughs We’ve been moving so long, still walking too fast Count out the drawer, let the front door lock Midnight in the kitchen, last tick on the clock [Hook] Last ticket, last call, lights low Mop that floor where the long nights go Two shifts deep, still we get it done Steel-toe shuffle when the day is gone Last ticket, last call, doors chained Steam in the window, rain on the pane When the room goes dark and the burners cool We leave our names in the work we do [Verse 2] Sweep up the rice and the herbs by the line Stack every pan like we’re building with time Turn off the pilot, check twice, check again Hang up the towels, let the quiet move in Someone hums off-key while the mop bucket rolls Someone saves fries in a paper-boat fold Back door swings and the cold air bites We trade tired grins under streetlamp light Feet hurt bad, but the crew still jokes Trading small stories through the last blue smoke Tomorrow’s another long round to run Tonight we’re out when the cleanup’s done [Hook] Last ticket, last call, lights low Mop that floor where the long nights go Two shifts deep, still we get it done Steel-toe shuffle when the day is gone Last ticket, last call, doors chained Steam in the window, rain on the pane When the room goes dark and the burners cool We leave our names in the work we do [Bridge] Clang of the pans fades into the street One deep breath, one slow heartbeat No crowd, no clock, no order to send Just the crew and the night at the end [Final Hook] Last ticket, last call, lights low Mop that floor where the long nights go Two shifts deep, still we get it done Steel-toe shuffle when the day is gone [Outro] Lock the door, let the city roll Kitchen’s asleep, but we gave it soul
