a man of stone you were looking for
a monolith unmovable
I was whittled from a tree that won't stop at old growth
over bones and wires
over stubbled leather
shot through with vines that turn my shades to the sunlight
on his mountain's face
to crack a smile means avalanche
he is so set in his ways
grown old before his era
newer tools it took to chisel in
initials and the hard and fastness of creation
continually emblazoned with the latest rulings
had to squint to see the finer print
writ in a lingo and his face is falling
when wider eyes and higher resolution
show the same full panorama
no ending or beginning
hard yeah that was my way
a monumentally solid state
would a sharper peak in range
be metamorphic enough to sway
over black and tatters
attitude, desire, shot
skyward a vine turned my shades to the sunlight
hard yeah that was my way
a monumentally solid state
would a sharper peak in range
be metamorphic enough to sway
hard yeah that was my way
metamorphic enough to sway
hard yeah that was my way
but metamorphic enough to sway