Well, I finally made it deep into the hills
where I started cuttin' ties for the Continental Mill.
Swingin' that axe and haulin' that line,
I found my soul but I lost my mind.
'Cause there's nothin' like a day in the woods,
workin' the way an honest man should,
and at night with all the stars in the sky,
the Milky Way'll make a grown man cry.
-- "The Tooth of Time's Been Chewin' On Me"
