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
