Rock Song
words and music by Dan Sheehan
from the album The Dan Sheehan Conspiracy

If I were not a rock I'd be just a grain of sand
Brushed aside by footsteps as they redistribute land
If I were not a rock I'd be unable to stand
I'd be blown away like dust in Aristotle's hand

But as it is the wind and rain erode my surface slowly
'Cause I cannot be molded like the clay that lies below me
And I'll stand for centuries while oceans wash away
Immune to all decay

If I were not a mountain I'd be just a little hill
Embarassed by the small size of the ditches I would fill
If I were not a mountain I'd be unable to stand still
I'd be bulldozed in an instant while I watched my soil spill

But as it is the highway workers
Must build their roads around me
'Cause I cannot be leveled like the foothills that surround me
And I'll stand for centuries while oceans wash away
Immune to all decay