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...