by Brian Gundersdorf
Featuring Nick Bertling on drum set
We were made from the same wood
Long ago, a seed was all that stood
All of our other, sisters and brothers
lost in the forest, there’s no one else coming for us
You’re the clock, the steady beat
Always moving, proving the bell tolls for me
Smiling at 2:50, and at 10:10
Frowning at 4:40 and at 8:20 again
All along you’ve been tending to my needs
You give everything you have, and you still seem to be
Ready to give so much more to me
Or anybody else, and we were all made from the same seed
We were made from the same wood
Long ago, a seed was all that stood
all the remaining, sawdust and shavings
Burned in the furnace, there’s no one else coming for us
You’re the ship, that shaped the sea
violent water, never touched me
And when your sail caught a bad gust of wind
You turned in the water, and changed direction
All along you’ve been tending to my needs
You give everything you have, and you still seem to be
Ready to give so much more to me
Or anybody else, and we were all made from the same seed
We were made from the same wood
Long ago, a seed was all that stood
Denser than anything, we can imagine
It had to explode then, and that’s how it happened
I want to give you somethin, but I’m just a mandolin
One note at a time I am, playing the best I can
We were made from the… same wood
I play my little songs for you, tell me that it’s good enough
Tell me that it’s good enough
Tell me that it’s good enough