I once knew a wise old man, Maximillian was his name
He was an artist of life, a sculptor by trade
I used to sit and watch him work, ask him questions try to learn
About the magic that he made but he’d just smile and say

I’m chiselin’ out my soul
Like a Michelangelo
Found spirit in the stone

I’m chiselin’ out my soul
I used to go and visit him maybe once or twice a week
I drank in every moment; I was thirsty for his kind of peace
He said let love be your discipline, carve out your experience
Be authentic and be real, that’s how my peace was revealed..by

I’m chiselin’ out my soul
Like a Michelangelo
Found spirit in the stone
I’m chiselin’ out my soul

I’m a precious piece of treasured art
I’m not for sale I’ve worked too hard
To find out who I am
And at this age, I don’t give a damn

I’m chiselin’ out my soul
Like a Michelangelo
Found spirit in the stone
I’m chiselin’ out my soul

Well, my friend Max died a few years back but I think about him everyday
His words of wisdom guide my heart when I’ve got a tough choice to make
He said everyone’s got an artists eye, painting pictures with their ivies
Everything you say and do, is a framed canvas of your own truth…so I’m

I’m chiselin’ out my soul
Like a Michelangelo
Found spirit in the stone
I’m chiselin’ out my soul

I’m a precious piece of treasured art
I’m not for sale I’ve worked too hard
To find out who I am
And at this age, I don’t give a damn

I’m chiselin’ out my soul
Like a Michelangelo
Found spirit in the stone
I’m chiselin’ out my soul