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