Pile Of Stones Lyrics - Singles - Miller Bill

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...