Mighty long shifts are for working

Heavy dreams are for toting around

Let's pretend there's a place to go

Where I can lay this hacksaw down

And I've been trying all my damndest

To get where a kind woman lies

Ten more hours to a twelve long shift

'Til these woods turn to her eyes

The timber cuts so cleanly

Monday morning when the blades are sharp

I get a love song stuck in my head

And cut sequoia 'til it's dark

If every hour's fourteen dollars or a chance closer to her

Then I'm not just a working mule, I'm the finest of the herd

And I don't know who she is or if she might exist

But if she does I swear to love I'm destined for that kiss

How's a man get so homesick

For a face he's never seen?

I close my eyes while sweating

And think of boys I could've been

But I know that it's not over

'Cause I feel her here somewhere

Through these trees and melodies

That I'm belting to the air

If every hour's fourteen dollars or a chance closer to it

The man I thought I'd be when I was just a kid

So I'll just saw away and let the maul fall to the ground

Hope to heaven someone hears me

Even though no ones around

Mighty long shifts are for working

Quiet dreams are for toting around

Let's pretend there's a place to go

Where I can lay this hacksaw down