Текст песни Pile Of Stones

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 dance, never had a chance
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Baptized in the water, death of my father

Sun goes down on this part of town
Boxer's fist, junkie's 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

As long as the grasses grow
And the four winds blow
I feel your prayers from home
In this pile of stones
In this pile of stones
In this pile of stones