Ten to Four

Описание: Friday beers at the English Pub
Ten of us around the table — that was love
Disc golf in the evening, laughing hard
Networks mapped and humming, nothing scarred
Twenty years of wisdom in the room
We didn't know those days would end so soon

We were solid — we were ten
Didn't think we'd count ourselves again

Ten to four, ten to four
Still standing at the door
Ten to four, ten to four
We were ten — still wanting more
We were ten — solid, gold, and bold
We were ten — one hell of a story to be told

First one waved and said it was their time
The network guys found new maps to climb
Thirty-four years of instinct — packed and gone
The daily leader left before the dawn
Same load of work, just fewer hands to share
The open desks had just a little more air

We were solid — now we're four
Didn't see them walking out the door

Ten to four, ten to four
Still standing at the door
Ten to four, ten to four
We were ten — still wanting more
We were ten — solid, gold, and bold
We were ten — one hell of a story to be told

Someone ran a spreadsheet through the night
Reorganized the feelings, called it right
New department rising, old ones merged
The coordinator earned it — no one heard
We split, we merged, we covered every shift
Seven in the morning to the evening drift
Castle crumbling — we kept the servers live
Four of us — determined to survive


Still here — still here
Still logging in — still here
Still breathing — still clear
Still holding — still here

Ten to four, ten to four
Four strong hands — still more
Ten to four, ten to four
We were ten — we'll always be ten at the core
We were ten — solid, gold, and bold
And four's a hell of a story — still to be told

Still here (still here)
Still here (still here)
Still holding the line
Still here — still here