Martin

He was born in the woods

Torn from his home.

Well, 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.

And when I'm hanging by a string,

Every little thing

Is understood

Between Martin and me.

Well 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.

And if you're honest and open

Well, 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

And when I'm hanging by a string,

Every little thing

Is understood

Between Martin and me.