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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
