Song Clerk by Timothy Monger Lyrics

Song clerk
Punching in, punching out
Song clerk
Pens one for regret
And for that lady’s eyes
They’re stocking up
Before the memory dies
They’re stocking up
Their carts a mile high

Tides turn
Coming in, coming out
Time clerk
At home or at your desk
You labor all your life
It’s market day
New oysters in the night
So dream away
Forever chasing tides

Songs of joy and hurt
The young and quick to burn
The worn unhurried words
For all the weary world
Another major work
Bound never to be heard
So humbly sung at first
Betraying all its worth
Songs of joy and hurt
The young and quick to burn
The worn unhurried words
For all the weary world
Another major work
Bound never to be heard
They owe a debt to turn
And recognize the clerk