Bill Miller Pile Of Stones Lyrics

Pile Of Stones Lyrics

Garbage fires, worn out tires 



Dull jackknives, broken lives 



Starts and stops, at old pawn shops 



Boys first fish, drunkards wish 







Thoughts of war, behind a motel door 



Strangers touch, on a broken crutch 



Old man sing under an eagles wing 



Cigarette spark, stray dog bark... 



As long as the grasses grow 



And the four winds blow 



I feel your prayers from home 



In this Pile of Stones 







Old bike frames, the candles flame 



High school dances, never had a chance 



Fly off in a rage, like a bird in a cage 



Baptized in the water, death of my father 







Sun goes down, on this part of town 



Boxers fist, junkies wrist 



Deserted tracks, I ain't goin back 



Buffalo bones, old grave stones 







As long as the grasses grow, 



And the four winds blow 



I feel your prayers from home 



In this Pile of Stones, stones, stones...