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

Hanging on by a string

Every little thing is understood

Between Martin and me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah