Bill Miller - Pile Of Stones lyrics

rate me

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...