I am dead sure it was to speak of a man just like you
You are like roots under a tree
You are like roots under a tree
No matter how she sways,
Or what stirs her fragile branches,
You hold her to you as your own
Ever growing, ever changing
But forever the axis that she revolves upon
When they first rolled the word "solid" in their mouths
When they first rolled the word "solid" in their mouths
They tasted the soul and sinew of a man just like you
Because you are a bed of rock
Because you are a bed of rock
Beneath a sea of tumultuous waves
When the moon tempts the ocean
And pulls her in to dance,
She holds on to your firm shoulders
And anchors herself to you.
When I first used the word "solid" to describe a man,
When I first used the word "solid" to describe a man,
It was you that planted the word upon my tongue
Because you are a compass that never fails
Because you are a compass that never fails
A beacon in an inky forest
In these times of fear and trepidation,
Your firm but gentle heartbeat
Is the only guide navigating
This wayward wanderer on
