Off Duty, On the Floor

Off duty, on the floor
These hands are mine tonight

Twelve hours folded in a laundry bag
Fresh shirt pulled on before the ride
Lanyard buried under my coat
Tomorrow morning's finally mine
I take a water at the bottom stair
Let the first bass note come through
No one needs me to know the answer
I find a little space and move

I gave the day my hands and head
Tonight I get them back instead

Off duty, on the floor
My own two hands above my head
I can love the work I do
And still be someone more

A doctor spots my sensible shoes
We laugh and move a little closer
She tells me how she kills her houseplants
I tell her mine aren't doing better
We don't compare the things we carried
We ask what song is coming next
She writes a cafe on a napkin
I tuck it where my badge is kept

Off duty, on the floor
My own two hands above my head
I can love the work I do
And still be someone more

I love the work. It isn't all of me
There are songs I've never had the time for
I put my hands above my head
And remember how it feels to own them

Off duty, on the floor
My own two hands above my head
Tomorrow's mine for tea and sleep
Tonight I have a little life to keep

Off duty
Still fully me

Off duty, on the floor
I'll call you when I've slept