Stood there rolling, sweating in the sun.
Felt like a million, felt like number one.
Had a summer, 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, solid everywhere, like a rock.
My hands were steady and my eyes were clear and bright.
My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light.
And I held firm no matter what I felt was right, like a rock.
Like a rock, I was strong as I could be.
Like a rock, nothing ever got to me.
Like a rock, boy 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 and I stood tall.
I was high above it all.
I still believed in my dreams.
Twenty years now, where did they go?
Twenty years, I don’t know.
I sit and I wonder sometimes where they’ve gone.
Sometimes when it’s late at night, oh
And I’m bathed in the firelight, oh she comes calling,
The ghost in white.
And I recall her, oh I recall. Like a rock,
I was standing there all straight.
Like a rock, just in front of the gates.
Like a rock, I was carrying that weight.
Like a rock. Like a rock with a sun upon my skin.
Like a rock, I was hard against the wind.
And I see myself again, like a rock.
Like a rock. Like a rock.