In the Supermarket

I walk the aisles of the supermarket
Just my job, I don’t make a fuss about it Stock the shelves, collect my pay
It’s always day in the supermarket
Bleary folk searching for some comfort
Can of beans or a nice meat tray
Sometimes, I have to catch a thief
See the shifting gaze and the nervous hands
Beyond, beyond, beyond the front counter
Something outside, a shadow of doubt is Creeping up, creeping slow
I fell in love in the supermarket
Check-out chick, well, her name was Margaret
She had her hair tied up I had my tongue tied down
Wait in line at the supermarket
Crack a joke, try to make her smile
Unrequited love, is that pin or sign?
One night, thought I was looking good
Walked her to her car, there her tattooed boyfriend stood
Beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond the front counter
Something outside, a shadow of doubt is Creeping up, creeping slow
Beyond, beyond, beyond help
I feel like a voice is trying to tell me Something’s up, something’s wrong
Back at work in the supermarket
Another shift in the never-dark
Got a nice black eye but I’ve got a fly-buys card
Perfect peace in the supermarket
No reflection, never leave a mark there
Got my peace of mind, got my working wage
See the world go by in aisle number two
Take home a slab of coke and pack of Winfield Blue
Beyond, beyond, beyond the front counter
Something outside, a shadow of doubt is Creeping up, creeping slow
Beyond, beyond, beyond, beyond help
I feel like a voice is trying to tell me Something’s up, something’s wrong
It’s creeping up, creeping slow