Wolves Off the Clock (wersja 2)

Intro

Thirty years a warehouse floor, concrete and no clock

Learning how to move when nobody watching

Learning how to move when nobody watching

Verse

Started at the loading dock, five a.m., the gates still locked

Pallets stacked like stone, each one a day I couldn't call my own

Foreman knew my name by week three, that's respect you earn in sweat

Told me: boy, your hands are hiring you, not me—don't forget

Watched the older men move slow and certain, never rush the load

Every box a lesson, every ache a mile marker down the road

Fifteen years I didn't miss a shift, not once, not even sick

Built a reputation quieter than the beeping of the truck

Wife was working nights, we crossed like ships inside the dark

He was six months old the first time I held him in the yard

Showing him the callus, saying: this is what a promise looks like, son

This is how you turn the nothing into something that gets done

Chorus

Wolves off the clock, feeding on the overtime

Wolves off the clock, and I'm still ahead of mine

Hunger teaches hunger how to wait until it's earned

Wolves off the clock, and they know I never turn

Verse

Supervisor spot came open, but I didn't take the raise

Said I'd rather stay on the floor where I can see the days

Pay was honest, never promised more than what my back could hold

Better to be known for substance than be known for moving cold

Younger guys would burn out, looking for the fast way up

I was building something slower, fill it up and never rush

Forty years, I walked that warehouse like it was a sacred place

Every scar a signature, every line a story in my face

My boy's the manager now, different warehouse, different town

But he moves like I move, and I see that in his crown

Not the hurry, not the climb—the steady hand that knows the weight

Not the shortcut, not the grind—the thing you build that doesn't break

Bridge

They call it clocking out but I don't never leave

The work is in the bone, the work is in the breath

The wolves they hunt the restless, hunt the ones who need to run

But something in this stillness, something in this work is won

Chorus

Wolves off the clock, feeding on the overtime

Wolves off the clock, and I'm still ahead of mine

Hunger teaches hunger how to wait until it's earned

Wolves off the clock, and they know I never turn

Outro

Thirty years a warehouse floor

Thirty years and counting more

Not the fame, not the noise

Just the man, just the choice