Three-thirty in the morning moon is shining bright
She’s been lying wide-awake in bed since a quarter past midnight
She’s scheduled tomorrow but the workload’s been thin
It’s her turn for an HR and she can’t help wondering
What the numbers show
What the numbers show
Each time she tries to smile it turns into
a frown
She gets a doomsday feeling every time the count is down
She hopes a vent or two goes up in the night
And a Q1 neb in Peds would sure be a delight
So the numbers show
That her shift’s a go
If the numbers show that the count is
light
Someone must stay home so the workload’s right
It’s a sad true fact as you all know
You’ve got to staff
How the numbers show
She climbs into the shower at a quarter
past five
The pounding of the water makes her feel alive
But on her telephone the red message light glows
She spots it as she’s drying off and instantly she knows
That the numbers show
That the count’s too low
If the numbers show that the count is
light
Someone must stay home so the workload’s right
It’s a sad true fact as you all know
You’ve got to staff
How the numbers show |
