[intro, guitar stinger] [Verse 1] I am a lumberjack, Lumbering into camp, The whistle blew, my shift is through. [bridge] But on my mind there is no scent of pine, Just the linger of our fingers - intertwined, And a longing for the one I'd left behind, For the one whom I had left for the grind. [Verse 2] I'm sorry, I couldn't be there - it's true. Although I could never live without you, I couldn't really live with you (with you) With you (with you) With you (with you) [Bridge] [Verse 3] "Timber! Watch out!", another jack calls, The whistle blows, and the bell tolls. [bridge] On my mind there is no pain from the pine, Just a numbness in my fingers - the foreman's cries, And a longing for the one I'd left behind, The grind has taken the light from my eyes. [Guitar solo] [bridge] [Verse 4] I walk through the fog and endless pines, The thought of our fingers - intertwined, Guides me through the haze, to the ivory gates, High... oh so high... above the treeline. [heavy drumming, melody picks up, louder] I'm sorry, I couldn't be there - it's true. Although I could never live without you, I'll have to die without you (without you) Without you (without you) Without you (without you) [Outro]
