Stones Throw From Lonesome

The sun it fell down

On the rising sea

When the bishop outgrew his pew

Beggin' money man

Got his hands all over me

Lets hope he don’t put em on you

My vision welled

Then overflowed

To spill on down to the green grass

The chapel bell rose back then tolled

Go on a tollin’

Till the tollin’ passed

Maggie stops

Unlocks the door

She’s sixty-four

She steps down into the street

Oh, the city sounds

Like a one-man band

And the bricks turn blue beneath her feet

The queen she laid down

With the fiddler’s son

But it was their words she used to seek

She said to him

“Let’s go down

To where the grass is tall and brown

You can lay that rhythm down

Right on me

Right on me

Right on me”

Yeah uh huh

Wipe your eyes child

With your head down low

Yes I believe in time you'll grow son

Look around

There’s a big old world

A stone’s throw from lonesome

Lonesome

Lonesome