swimming_in_stone dafremen r. dafremen Ohhhh This place is cold Here they say the streets are paved with gold But clawed hands line their pockets though they may not know with the days of shattered souls I see these people Who own a house but not a home wandering wondering if there's more And as I wade these broken avenues I get a thought or two Where are we going? Will we ever get there? When will we move along? Must we walk alone? It's like we're swimming in stone And it's awful cold When you're growin old Without a face or place to call your own to call your own Without a hand to hold And seeing these lost ones feed the few Conjures up a thought or two Where are we going? Will we ever get there? When will we move along? Must we walk alone? It's like we're swimming in stone It's like we're swimming in stone And it's all we know Preacher says we'll reach the other shore When we're dead and gone If we shine in Hell and pay his toll If we give our lives up for the man with the money until we finally drown in stone. 090402 ... dafremen Thought I'd share this one with folks: http://dafremen.googlepages.com/swimming_in_stone.mp3 090403 ... daf http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRFWVbLYN4A 111105 ... Doar I like this Daf. Good on ya. . 111105 what's it to you? who go blather from