My poor heart was made into a rock o' stone
And I've done, done all that I can do
Late September can't come soon enough
Can practically taste them donuts on my tongue
But 'til then it's, "We grindin'"
Flyin' high and comin' down slow and
Here it comes
Rock o' stone
My poor heart was made into a rock o'stone
And I've done, done all that I can do
Is that the way it feels alone on this street?
Surrounded by strangers that could be your friends
If you would just let 'em in
Here it comes
Rock o' stone
My poor heart's been made into a rock o'stone
And I done, done all that I could do about that
Laid down this song again in Athens, GA
Then the words came to me like poetry on the page
Then all along down the line it's been, “We grindin'”
Flyin' high and comin' down slow and
Stumblin' down onto a hypnotic groove and
Time floatin'
Slow revolution
Here it comes, ooh
Rock o' stone
All alone (Stone)
All alone (Stone)
All alone (Stone)
All alone (Here it comes)
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