Where the Spirit Meets the Muscle

That girl is a giver You could call her a saint But she's smart enough to know Not to play it that straight She stands in the middle She doesn't take sides She takes pieces of what's around her And makes up her own mind She lives down where the spirit meets the muscle 'Cause it moves a little softer than the bone She loves me like I'm worth all of the trouble Oh, she keeps me from ever being alone That girl is a sculptor She works in stone She chips away the weight Until she finds the form She sees the beauty And she sees the pain She holds me when I'm high And brings me down again She lives down where the spirit meets the muscle 'Cause it moves a little softer than the bone She loves me like I'm worth all of the trouble Oh, she keeps me from ever being alone She is calm and she is steady You couldn't shake her if you tried She lives down where the spirit meets the muscle 'Cause it moves a little softer than the bone She loves me like I'm worth all of the trouble Oh, she keeps me from ever being alone She keeps me from ever being alone