Lyrics

[Verse]
Mark's hands are calloused
Rough and worn
Forty years of timber
Nights till morn
Sawmill hummin'
Moonlit trek
Carving dreams from cedar
Pine
And beech

[Verse 2]
Management folks in their suits and ties
Never felt the sawdust or the midnight skies
Mark's pressing buttons
Running late
They preach about profit
But he knows his fate

[Chorus]
He said
"Blow a big one
I'm setting free
No more night shifts
No more pleas
You count your pennies
I count the stars
I'm done with this mill
Gonna heal these scars."

[Verse 3]
Sawblade spinning
Final turn
Years etched in timber
Bridges burned
Mark scrawled his name
In the factory air
Lonely nights
He'd no longer bear

[Bridge]
Fireside dreams of days unseen
No more sweat
Just evergreen
He's traded shifts for open fields
A life's old chapter gently yields

[Verse 4]
Management wonders where they went wrong
But they count their profits
It's the same old song
Mark's by the river
Free and clear
No more managers
Just the breeze he hears