CLOCK OUT, TURN UP

Clock out, turn up, let the whole week go
Dust on the truck and the radio low
We gave that time clock more than enough
Everybody clock out, turn up

Six-oh-two and the gate rolled down
Steel-toe boots hit the edge of town
Name tag bent in the passenger seat
Friday-night freedom riding next to me
Boss called twice, but the phone stayed facedown
Sunset burning on the water-tower crown
Picked up Ray by the tire-shop sign
Still had grease on his hands and a reason to smile
Jenny brought cups and a speaker with dents
Nobody rich, but the whole night made sense
We parked where the wheat met the county road
Opened every window and let that week go

No reservation
No velvet rope
Just eight tired people
And a little more hope

Clock out, turn up, let the whole week go
Dust on the truck and the radio low
We gave that time clock more than enough
Everybody clock out, turn up

Clock out — turn up
Hands high — cups up
Clock out — turn up
That's enough, that's enough

Saturday morning came wearing the sun
Ray had to leave, said his shift starts at one
Jenny tied back that red bandanna
Served all-day breakfast at her auntie's diner
Nobody quit and nobody got saved
Monday still waited with the bills unpaid
But for six good hours by the county line
We owned every second they couldn't buy
I used to think freedom meant leaving for good
Now I know it can happen right where you stood
Sometimes all a tired heart needs
Is one unlocked night and a field full of friends

We weren't running from our lives.
We were reminding ourselves
that our lives belonged to us.

Clock out, turn up, let the whole week go
Dust on the truck and the radio up
We gave that time clock more than enough
Everybody clock out, turn up

Not tonight.