He was born in the woods, torn from his home
He was naked and destined to be out on his own
And he waited in darkness hoping someone might see
From something so rough what a treasure he’d be
Chorus
Stronger than steel and wood
Seen me through the bad and good
And when I’m hanging by a string
Every little thing is understood between Martin and me
He’s hollow in the middle from the shape that he’s in
He’s either filled up with music or locked in his shell again
And it takes some fine tuning to make him come around
But he’s a huge piece of me and I’ll never put him down
Chorus
He is a good friend and he has his own voice
And you get what you give, sometimes it’s just noise
But if you treat him well, he will last your life long
And if you’re honest and open he will write you a song
(Write you a song, write you a song)
Stronger than steel and wood
Seen me through the bad and good
And when I’m hanging by a string
Every little thing is understood
Hanging on, hanging on, by a string
Every little thing is understood between Martin and me