Martin
He was born in the woods, torn from his homeHe was naked and destined to be out on his ownAnd he waited in darkness hoping someone might seeFrom something so rough what a treasure he’d be
ChorusStronger than steel and woodSeen me through the bad and goodAnd when I’m hanging by a stringEvery little thing is understood between Martin and me
He’s hollow in the middle from the shape that he’s inHe’s either filled up with music or locked in his shell againAnd it takes some fine tuning to make him come aroundBut 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 voiceAnd you get what you give, sometimes it’s just noiseBut if you treat him well, he will last your life longAnd if you’re honest and open he will write you a song(Write you a song, write you a song)
Stronger than steel and woodSeen me through the bad and goodAnd when I’m hanging by a stringEvery little thing is understoodHanging on, hanging on, by a stringEvery little thing is understood between Martin and me