This is called, "Pile Of Stones."

(dramatic music) (dramatic music) ♪ Garbage fires, worn out tires ♪ ♪ Dull jackknives, broken lives ♪ ♪ Starts and stops at an old pawn shop ♪ ♪ A boy's first fish and the drunkard's wish ♪ ♪ Thoughts of war behind a motel door ♪ ♪ Strangers touch on a broken crutch ♪ ♪ Old men sing under an eagle's wing ♪ ♪ A cigarette sparks and the stray dogs barks, oh!

♪ ♪ As long as the grasses grow ♪ ♪ And the four winds blow ♪ ♪ I can feel your prayers from home ♪ ♪ In that pile of stones ♪ (dramatic music) ♪ Old bike frames the candle's flame ♪ ♪ High school dance, you know I never had a chance ♪ ♪ I flew off in a rage like a bird in a cage ♪ ♪ I've been baptized in the water ♪ ♪ I watched the death of my father... ♪ ♪ You know the sun goes down on this part of town ♪ ♪ I got a boxer's fist, I know the junkies wrist ♪ ♪ Deserted tracks, Lord I ain't goin' back ♪ ♪ Buffalo bones and them old grave stones ♪ ♪ As long as the grasses grow ♪ ♪ And the four winds blow ♪ ♪ I can still feel your prayers from home ♪ ♪ In that pile of stones ♪ ♪ Stones... stones... stones oh ♪ (electric guitar solo) (electric guitar solo) ♪ As long as the grasses grow ♪ ♪ And the four winds blow ♪ ♪ I can feel your prayers from home ♪ ♪ In that pile of stones ♪ ♪ In that pile of stones ♪ (dramatic music) ♪ In that pile of stones ♪ ♪ (dramatic music) (cheers and applause)