Stood there boldly
Sweatin' in the sun.
Felt like a million,
Felt like number one.
The height of summer,
I'd never felt that strong,
Like a rock.
I was eighteen,
Didn't have a care,
Working for peanuts,
Not a dime to spare.
But I was lean and
Solid everywhere
Like a rock.
My hands were steady.
My eyes were clear and bright.
My walk had purpose.
My steps were quick and light.
And I held firmly
To what I felt was right
Like a rock.
Like a rock, I was strong as I could be.
Like a rock, nothin' ever got to me.
Like a rock, I was something to see.
Like a rock.
And I stood arrow straight,
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes.
I stood proud, I stood tall,
High above it all.
I still believed in my dreams.
Twenty years now.
Where'd they go?
Twenty years,
I don't know.
I sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they've gone.
And sometimes late at night
When I'm bathed in the firelight,
The moon comes callin' a ghostly white,
And I recall,
I recall.
Like a rock, standin' arrow straight.
Like a rock, chargin' from the gate.
Like a rock, carryin' the weight.
Like a rock.
Oh, like a rock, the sun upon my skin.
Like a rock, hard against the wind.
Like a rock, I see myself again.
Like a rock.
Oh, like a rock.
Oh....