Rock - Widespread Panic

Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool

I’m a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool

There’s a man on the bank ten thousand years my younger

I see a face on the water one hundred hundred years my younger

But I can’t go back, he can’t go back

I can’t make it back to where I came

As I hold my whole body under

Legs, tail, and belly shaking the top of the pool

Legs, tail, and belly shattering the window of the pool

Mouth and belly scaring the fish down under

Tongue and belly scaring the snakes there too

But I can’t go back — the dog won’t go back

He won’t run the path to his master’s home

'Til he climbs that bank over yonder

Well, the fish gonna make it home in a couple of days

The birds gonna make it home before his grip turns dry

Everybody’s moving but me

Everybody’s moving but me

I’m gonna make it home piece by piece

I’m gonna make it home piece by piece

There goes my arms *make it home*

There goes my legs *make it home*

There goes my leadbelly

I’m a rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool

Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool

Rock on my belly

Rock on my belly

Rock on my belly

Rock on my belly

Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool