Texty: Uncle Tupelo. Graveyard Shift.

Hometown, same town blues same old walls closin' in
Oh what a life a mess can be
I'm sittin' here thinkin' of you, won't you give
A few thoughts to me

Well, time won't wait, better open the gate
Get up and start what needs to be done
It's windin' down, there's much you missed
Workin' on that graveyard shift

Well, I'm not sayin' there's nothin' wrong as the day comes along
What I see is true I could learn to believe
Can't look away, powers that be might take it all away
Together we burn, together we burn away

Some say a land of paradise
Some say a land of pain
Well, which side are you lookin' from
Some people have it all and some wanna gain

Well a man in a tie gonna
Break his twenty dollar bill
There's plenty of reasons in this world
Move along or stand and still

But I'm not sayin' there's nothin' wrong as the day comes along
What I see is true I could learn to believe
Can't look away, powers that be might take it all away
Together we burn, together we burn away

There's too much time spent looking for a reason
It's the simple ones that beat the most truth
Oh, what a life a mess can be, I'm sittin' here thinkin' of you
Won't you give a few thoughts to me?

Well, time won't wait, better open the gate
Get up and start what needs to be done
It's runnin' down, there's much you missed
Workin' on that graveyard shift

But I'm not sayin' there's nothin' wrong as the day comes along
What I see is true I could learn to believe
Can't look away, powers that be might take it all away
Together we burn, together we burn away