[Intro: Female Lead, spoken]
Welcome to the on-call rotation.
Sign by Friday. Start tonight.
Three names under buzzing white,
one cracked pager, one red light.

[Verse 1: Female Lead]
MAH-rah lays the roster flat,
coffee ring across the map.
"Primary first, then backup two.
If both go dark, it falls to you."
TAH-reek counts the weekend shifts,
LAY-nah checks the names that quit.
The board approved a team of nine.
Three chairs arrived. Six stayed unsigned.

[Pre-Chorus: Alternating Vocals]
Initial here. Confirm the chain.
Agree to rise when circuits fail.
The policy fits one clean page.
The bodies pay the hidden wage.

[Chorus: Duet]
Welcome to the on-call rotation,
sleep becomes a breached expectation.
Write your name beneath the light;
one small box can own your night.
Three tired hearts hold their station
inside one sleepless corporation.

[Verse 2: Female Lead]
The handbook says, "Respond with care,"
then leaves the next instruction bare.
The contact tree holds former staff,
dead extensions, broken paths.
A printer jam and payment loss
wear the same red warning gloss.
LAY-nah clips the pager tight.
Its fractured screen cuts up the light.

[Pre-Chorus: Alternating Vocals]
Initial here. Confirm the chain.
Agree to rise when circuits fail.
The policy fits one clean page.
The bodies pay the hidden wage.

[Chorus: Duet]
Welcome to the on-call rotation,
sleep becomes a breached expectation.
Write your name beneath the light;
one small box can own your night.
Three tired hearts hold their station
inside one sleepless corporation.

[Verse 3: Alternating Vocals, Male First]
"Is burnout classed as altered state?"
"Only if it makes us late."
She draws three circles, cloud and site,
application boxed in white.
Beneath them, where an owner goes,
she writes the only fact she knows:
"Until they hire, we are the plan."

[Drum Break: dry toms, rim clicks, three-note pager motif]

[Bridge: Duet]
TAH-reek takes Monday, LAY-nah takes two.
MAH-rah takes the gaps the schedule chews.
The meeting ends. The hallway dims.
Work follows each of them back home.

[Breakdown: Alternating Vocals]
Primary.
Backup.
Escalation.
No compensation.

[Final Chorus: Duet]
Welcome to the on-call rotation,
built from fatigue and improvisation.
Write our names beneath the light;
three small boxes own the night.
Three tired hearts still hold their station,
guarding one sleepless corporation.

[Outro: Female Lead, spoken]
MAH-rah locks the roster drawer.
LAY-nah's pager sounds once more.
Three short notes. The hallway waits.
Welcome to the on-call rotation.
