Stone me, when the wind begins to blow
I'm running, and the bottom of my soles
Are tearing, so I might as well be stoned
That's what they're saying
That I might as well be stoned
And when the wind blows you crazy
You ain't blowing my way
I got no answer for yourself
And little problems, I'm afraid
I'm sick to my bones
Waiting for the miracle to appear
Leave it be and pray that it will be over soon
I'm sick to my bones, waiting for the miracle
Leave it be and pray that it will be over
When the city falls down
On your blessed damn head
I'm gonna need a doctor for you lad to see if you ain't dead
Farewell, only time alone will heal
This feeling, maybe now it's time to kill
The worry, that leaves me running round the hill
Better stone you, until I've got no place to go
Stop all your worryin'
Now
It just ain't the right feeling
Anymore
Feel the heat on your back, cause your eyes are starting
To burn
Stop all your worrying
It just ain't the right feeling
Feel the heat on you back cause your eyes are burning
God can be my witness
I'm a frightened little stray
And only He knows
What's gonna be gunning my way
Take it back now
Get up to the river
Dry yourself off from the rain
Stone me, when the wind begins to blow
I'm running, and the bottom of my soles
Are tearing, so I might as well be stoned
That's what they're saying
That I might as well be stoned
(Very nice)