Pile Of Stones by Bill Miller
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...
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