Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rise and shine, early morning grind,
In the briefing room, where we’re briefed on crime.
Flick through the dossier, faces cold in light,
Look out for these mugs, they might fly tonight.
Grab the keys, it’s time to hit the floor,
Terminal duty, patrolling the airport's door.
[Chorus]
We’re the watchful eyes, at the break of day,
Keeping the chaos at bay in our own way.
From the first flight out to the last bag dropped,
We’re here making sure the trouble's stopped.
On the go, where the world comes and goes,
In our blues, keeping peace, everyone knows.
[Verse 2]
In the car, ride out to Terminal Three,
Eyes sharp for anything dodgy we see.
Shoplifters sneaky, grabbing what they can,
Chasing them down, it’s part of the plan.
Help the lost souls, missed flights, tears in eyes,
Sort out the tickets, soothe the goodbyes.
[Bridge]
See the homeless tucked away, hiding from the light,
Move them on, but it feels a bit tight.
Just folks down on luck, looking for some heat,
We do our bit, but still, it’s bittersweet.
This job’s got layers, not all black and white,
In these walks and talks, we find our might.
[Chorus]
We’re the watchful eyes, at the break of day,
Keeping the chaos at bay in our own way.
From the first flight out to the last bag dropped,
We’re here making sure the trouble's stopped.
On the go, where the world comes and goes,
In our blues, keeping peace, everyone knows.
[Outro]
Every shift wraps up with stories untold,
Of lives crossing paths, young hearts, old.
As we clock out, the airport still alive,
We’ll be back tomorrow, ready to thrive.
In this airport beat, we find our place,
Keeping watch, keeping safe, at a traveler’s pace.
