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7:55

  • Genre: Country
  • Released: April 2, 2026
  • Length: 3:06
The words

Lyrics

Verse 1

Clock on the wall says 7:55 Keys in my hand, I’m feelin’ alive Lights going down, I’m ready to roll One more minute and I’m out the door Door swings open, right on cue We both stop like “you see this too?” Walks right in like nothin’s wrong “I’ve been sick for three days long”

Pre-Chorus

We just laugh ‘cause we both know Exactly how this story goes

Chorus 1

It’s 7:55, every time Right before that closing sign “Just real quick” — yeah, that’s a lie Happens every single night 7:55, here we go Should’ve left ten minutes ago One more patient, one more try At 7:55

Verse 2

“While I’m here can you just check…” Blood work, labs — what the heck Little cough and a scratchy throat Guess I'll need a doctor's note Google search got ‘em scared to death Now they want tests we ain’t run yet We just nod like “yeah, okay” Both know we ain’t leavin’ today

Pre-Chorus

Clock keeps tickin’, time flies by We just shake our heads and sigh

Chorus 2

It’s 7:55, every time Right before that closing sign “Just real quick” — yeah, that’s a lie Happens every single night 7:55, here we go Should’ve left ten minutes ago One more patient, one more try At 7:55

Bridge

Where were you an hour ago? Why’s it always right at close? Three whole days you felt this bad Now it’s urgent? Ain’t that sad We say “welcome,” we say “hi” But we both know that’s goodbye To the plans we had tonight Soon as you walked in that light

Chorus 3

It’s 7:55, every time Right before that closing sign “Just real quick” — yeah, that’s a lie Happens every single night 7:55, here we go Should’ve left ten minutes ago One more patient, one more try At 7:55

Outro

Clock on the wall now says 10:30 Lights are off and we’re feelin’ dirty Look at each other, laugh and sigh “Screw it… we might as well just sleep here tonight”

About this song

“7:55” was written for my friends working in urgent care.

The office closes at 8:00.

It's 7:55.

The last patient is gone.

Everything is cleaned up.

You're holding your keys and beginning to experience the dangerous emotion known as hope.

Then the front door opens.

In walks someone who's had a cold for three days and has apparently chosen this exact moment to begin seeking medical attention.

That's okay.

You're still open.

Let's get you checked out.

Except this isn't going to be a quick visit.

Because eventually you hear the words:

“While I'm here...”

And suddenly the scratchy throat has become a comprehensive evaluation of the entire human body.

Tests.

Labs.

Questions about something that's been bothering them since February.

Maybe a doctor's note.

And whatever Google told them they're probably dying from.

Meanwhile, the closing time you were staring at five minutes ago quietly disappears into the distance.

“7:55” is for everyone who works somewhere with an official closing time and has learned that closing time is really more of an optimistic suggestion.

Of course you're going to take care of the person who walks through the door.

But when you've been sick for three days and arrive five minutes before closing requesting the deluxe medical evaluation package...

we're allowed to look at the clock.

And if we're still here when the sun comes up, somebody better at least bring breakfast.

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