You worked here with me at Boxmart, Bakery
While I pushed in those carts from corrals
In the snow rain and ice while you scooped beans and rice
Dead-end job draining both our morales
It isn't easy being walls away
When working up an appetite
We're two carts that roll in the night
Both removed from customer sight
Working here blinded by fluorescent light
Like those carts that roll at night
There's a room in the back where we take breaks and snack
Isolated in chairs we reside
Brief contact you and I from the looks in our eyes
Like two strangers we drift back outside
It isn't easy being worlds away
But I'm just too tired to fight
We're two carts that roll in the night
Both removed from customer sight
Working here blinded by fluorescent light
Like those carts that roll at night
Both removed from customer sight
Working here blinded by fluorescent light
Like those carts that roll at night
That roll at night
We're just two carts that roll in the night
Both removed from customer sight
Working here blinded by fluorescent light
Like those carts that roll at night