Gray.1

[Verse 1] The clock ticks on an empty floor, No one to call, no one at the door. I wear every hat, I fight every fight, From morning gray to lonely night. The desk is piled with tasks untold, A one-man army, brave and bold. [Chorus] I am the worker, I am the boss, Counting the profit, counting the loss. No one to blame, no one to share, Just my own shadow, my own despair. But I keep going, I hold the line, This solo journey, this life of mine. [Verse 2] The phone rings out, a client's plea, I answer quick, it's only me. I write the checks, I sweep the floor, I lock the door and ask for more. The weight of everything I own, Rests on these shoulders, all alone. [Chorus] I am the worker, I am the boss, Counting the profit, counting the loss. No one to blame, no one to share, Just my own shadow, my own despair. But I keep going, I hold the line, This solo journey, this life of mine. [Bridge] No sick days off, no easy break, For every step, my own mistake. But in the silence, I find my voice, This lonely freedom, my only choice. I build my world with weary hands, Across the shifting, shifting sands. [Chorus] I am the worker, I am the boss, Counting the profit, counting the loss. No one to blame, no one to share, Just my own shadow, my own despair. But I keep going, I hold the line, This solo journey, this life of mine. [Outro] So here I stand, the one and all, Waiting for the next call to fall. I am the start, I am the end, My own employer, my own friend. The road is long, the sky is wide, But I am my own, with nothing to hide.