Martin

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

Stronger than steel and wood
Seen me through the bad and good
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

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 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
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 by a string
Every little thing is understood
Between Martin and me