You Throw Your Stones

When I look back on the way I came
I can see that I went wrong.
Despite all that, I’ve got friends
Hell, yeah we get along.

When there’s something in the air
Red sky, black death.
Breathe in and whistle strong.
There’s so much colour in the world
we are wet paint dryin’ out in the sun.

We get along, long, long and winding road
That keeps on rolling on.
Like the rivers and the streams
as you throw your stones.
Time – it moves on.

When eyes burn through your back
and soul, hitch on down to the crossroads.
Do a deal with the devil and plead innocence.
Let the good times roll.  

We get along, long, long and winding road
That keeps on rolling on.
Like the rivers and the streams
as you throw your stones.
Time – it moves on.