There's a stone around my belly,
keeps me up at night,
makes me wanna feed it,
makes me wanna fight with the world
I got a heart full of darkness
I got a headache full of dreams
I got a lifetime of memories
I don't know what they mean to this world
Is there a place in this world for a dreamer
If dreaming were all he could bring
Would you listen to a man with a stone
around his belly sing?
Now Jesus was a carpenter
Yes, I do believe he built this
church without walls
And we brought him to his
knees in this world
Now we lift our prayers to heaven
Up above the smog,
up above the satellite
Angels look for this world
Is there a place in this world for angels
Who would turn in their perfect wings
Just to walk down this road
a lifetime and sing
Sing a song for this world
There's a reason for the sadness
There's a reason for the song
I have reason to believe
That I won't be too long for this world
60 years, 73 if I am lucky
Take this stone, take this belly
To a cabin in Kentucky
Push the stone up the mountain
Watch the stone roll down,
roll the stone into a pick -up truck
and drive it in to town
In the town I check my mailbox,
find a letter from a friend
It's quite a private eye
to find out where the hell I've been
Well I've been up on the mountain,
I've been running like a stone
Searching this whole world over
for a place to be alone
Alone to see the sunsets
and to count what I have lost
To read a loud wall of men,
and live like Robert Frost