Lyrics

The rhythm of the rain
Plays a sad refrain
On my window

It`s a sorry symphony
That was written just for me
I know

There's a cloud above, up in the sky
But it don't possess no silver lining
That's for sure

Low on cigarettes
And my broken TV set
Holds no solace

The meter in the hall
Just reminded me it`s empty
Like my pockets

Well I guess I am
A lucky man
I`ll fall right through the eye of that needle

Shoes are worn out
Arse down to the bone
Spirt's weak
My aspiration`s torn

So I'm just kickin' stones
Yeah kickin' stones

Here in my prison cell
Surrounded by the books
You read

My loneliness is cold
And I can't find the warmth
Instead

I'm just kickin' stones
Yeah kickin' stones

Dreams are worn out
Threadbare left alone
Soul in torment
Inspiration gone

So I'm just kickin' stones
Yeah kickin' stones