Jason Allen - Drink & Overtime Lyrics

Relegated to the midweek graveyard shift
He knows nothing good will come of it
'Cos the doubts will always find him
So he gets healthy or he dies trying
He knows he could've used some luck
But the sum of his parts wasn't good enough

Kissing strangers in the street
Disembodied voices
In silent stairwells
Muttering farewells

Single mum dragging on Number Ones
Whilst arguing with randoms
On the comments bit of a YouTube clip
Her half-past-six will soon arrive
He'll come and leave in record time

Missing strangers never meet
Disconnected choices
In backstreet wine bars
Muttering farewells

His face was shaped by drink and overtime
Peering through the window
Of a downtown bus bound for the pound
He knows he could've used some love
But the sum of his fortune wasn't big enough

Kissing strangers in the street
Disembodied voices
In silent stairwells
Muttering farewells

Faces shaped by drink and overtime
Faces shaped by drink and overtime
Drink and overtime
Drink and overtime
Drinking all the time
Drinking all the time