Stoney

Stoney breaks his stride and breaks his heart

Stoney put the sickness in the jar

Stores it in the darkest place he knows

Sadly always keeping it in towHe sings,

Am I ever to feel that free again?

Am I ever to feel so light?

Am I ever to feel that sweet again?

Am I ever to feel alright, again?Stoney burns the leaves and hails the smoke

Stoney holds the horn commands the stroke

Parts the water with his finger tips

All the while doubtful of the tightness of his gripHe sings,

Am I ever to feel that free again?

Am I ever to feel so light?

Am I ever to feel that sweet again?

Am I ever to feel alright, again? Again.Am I ever to feel that free again?

Am I ever to feel so light?

Am I ever to feel that sweet again?

Am I ever to feel alright, again?