The hours are long and they pass slow.
The signs of fatigue begin to show.
It is one hard way to make a days pay.
Still I force my body to obey.
Cold and tired, I miss you.
The rain and the mud, I just trudge through.
I force my body not to stop.
Even with muscles tight and joints pop.
I’ve trained myself to stay awake through the night.
I’ve learned how ignore a back that’s tight.
I’ve learned how to not feel the cold nipping at my nose.
So I work on until that five o’clock whistle blows.
Then I stand tall on aching feet.
Smiling because I know you’re there at home,
Just beneath the sheet.
Because when my night is done,
I’ll be home to you, just before the rising sun.
And even the when the worst of nights are through,
Theres a good morning coming home to you.