A beautiful evening at the Log Cabin.

More Music from Off the Grid Created with Suno.com and Blurt.media Film Studio

Logs creak underfoot as the sun starts to rise The Boreal whispers with a soulful disguise Coffee on the stove but no clock to command Living by the forest Powered by my own hand

[Chorus] Off the grid where the wild winds play No neon lights Just the milky way Early in the morn on a quiet dock We cast our lines Hear the ticking stop

[Verse] Wood smoke curls where the chimney grins wide Pine trees and rivers They’re on my side A cabin A haven No roads that intrude Just me and the earth in eternal feud

[Bridge] Around a fire pit No dead screens glare The night holds secrets The stars always share Quiet conversations mixed with cricket symphony A world away from the things I used to be

[Verse] The loons call softly from the distant shore The fish now bite like they've done before The birches swaying They’re nodding hello While the river hums its blues down below

[Chorus] Off the grid where the wild winds play No neon lights Just the milky way Early in the morn on a quiet dock We cast our lines Hear the ticking stop