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....