Pile of Stones (Album Version)

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