[Intro]
Whittle the doubt away with the steady grin of a hand-measured line
[Verse 1]
Screens glow, but my eyes crave wood and grain
Dust rises like prayers I can touch again
Blueprints fade, but the chisel finds its claim
I measure truth in the quiet of the plane
[Chorus]
Let the saw sing, let the bench declare
After laptops’ hum, a calmer air
I feel the world take shape in my hands
Sawdust settles where my heartbeat lands
[Verse 2]
Code becomes knots, a story carved in pine
Shavings spiral down, a simple, honest sign
Pliers, clamps, and patience form my plan
A tangible pause where I finally stand
[Chorus]
Let the saw sing, let the bench declare
After laptops’ hum, a calmer air
I feel the world take shape in my hands
Sawdust settles where my heartbeat lands
[Bridge]
In the grain I hear the day unwind
Errors sanded smooth, a patient mind
One task at a time, the rhythm holds
A quiet triumph, timeless and bold
[Chorus]
Let the saw sing, let the bench declare
After laptops’ hum, a calmer air
I feel the world take shape in my hands
Sawdust settles where my heartbeat lands
[Outro]
Finished, I lean and smile at what I’ve made
The day’s soft victory in timber laid