Rocks From Rolling Stones

There's a road runs clear to the sky

Calls to my spirit, calls to my heart

She's been a harbor, a port in a storm

She's got one more sundown and one more dawn

Fiddles don't make violins

Motel rooms don't make homes

You can't turn water into wine

You can't make a rock from a rolling stone

You'd be a liar if you said you'd changed

There's a river of freedom running through your veins

But she'll be there in your heart and your mind

Till the last song fades and the music dies

Fiddles don't make violins

Motel rooms don't make homes

You can't turn water into wine

You can't make a rock from a rolling stone

You can't make a rock from a rolling stone