Night Shift

Yesterday I wrote down The time and the day But as it turns out I had nothing to say Working the night shift I do what I CAN Working the night shift I'm handling CANS Always thinking of something Clever to say But I CAN not write it down Walking home There's no one around It really seems so much like a Different town Hear the snapping of snails Down under my shoe And I feel some remorse for them But what CAN I do?