Carts

You worked here with me at Boxmart, Bakery While I pushed in those carts from corrals In the snow rain and ice while you scooped beans and rice Dead-end job draining both our morales It isn't easy being walls away When working up an appetite We're two carts that roll in the night Both removed from customer sight Working here blinded by fluorescent light Like those carts that roll at night There's a room in the back where we take breaks and snack Isolated in chairs we reside Brief contact you and I from the looks in our eyes Like two strangers we drift back outside It isn't easy being worlds away But I'm just too tired to fight We're two carts that roll in the night Both removed from customer sight Working here blinded by fluorescent light Like those carts that roll at night Both removed from customer sight Working here blinded by fluorescent light Like those carts that roll at night That roll at night We're just two carts that roll in the night Both removed from customer sight Working here blinded by fluorescent light Like those carts that roll at night