7) Pride

I walk on out and let the water weigh me down to my waist and let my roots have a drink, let the rain wash my eyes Maybe when I open them things will have changed, things will have changed Still I am not a mountain, I am not an island I am not a hero, I'm not even a saint Now that this confession's out, let me just lie here I'll have to find my own resolve someday, someday I walk on out and catch a beam in my hair, while the breeze blows away my fears, now I don't care If my legs don't hold me up, I'll pretend to be a tree that only smiles, that only smiles Still I am not a mountain, I am not an island I am not a hero, I'm not even a saint Now that this confession's out, let me just lie here I'll have to find my own resolve someday, someday

Acoustic Guitar - Happy Rhodes
Electric Guitar - David Torn
Bass - Kevin Bartlett