Graveyard Shift

Not everyone can do what they do
Seems endless and takes a toll on you
To the night workers I tip my hat
The graveyard shift isn't where it's at
That eleven to seven almost every night
While you're sleeping, they're putting up a fight
Exhaustion and fatigue can wear them away
Yet night after night they find a way
Most don't complain or shed any tears
How the lack of rest takes away some years
Or trying find a way to sneak in a nap
For these night owls there is no night cap
Whether you're young or old it takes a toll on you body
But they do what they do to take care of the family
Or the shift differential, a little extra they make
For the little sleep in the day while the world is awake
As a night worker myself I tip my hat
Cuz this shit is definitely not where it's at