[Intro]
Dough dust fades as dreams rise of distant tides
[Verse]
Busy hands, the ovens glow too bright
Yet every knead whispers of a beachy light
I trade whisk and timer for rhythm and breeze
A vacation where silence covers the seas
[Chorus]
Away from the dough!
Sun on my face, a vacation I crave
Relaxation, the only knead I need
[Verse]
I’ll swap flour on sleeves for sunscreen on skin
Trade bakery bells for gulls and a cool ocean grin
Pack light, breathe deep, let the map unwind
In every grain of sand, calm I’ll find
[Chorus]
Away from the dough!
Sun on my face, a vacation I crave
Relaxation, the only knead I need
[Outro]
When the doors go quiet, I rise with the tide