The World Is Stone

Stone, the world is stone It's no trick of the light It's hard on the soul Stone, the world is stone Cold to the touch And hard on the soul In the gray of the streets In the neon unknown I look for a sign That I'm not on my own That I'm not here alone As the still of the night And the choke of the air And the winner's delight And the loser's despair Closes in left and right I would love not to care Stone, the world is stone from a faraway look Without stars in my eyes Through the halls of the rich And the flats of the poor Wherever I go There's no warmth anymore There's no love anymore So I turn on my heels I'm declining the fall I've had all I can take With my back to the wall Tell the world I'm not in I'm not taking the call Stone, the world is stone But I saw it once With the stars in my eyes When each color rang out In a thunderous chrome It's no trick of the light I can't find my way home In a world of stone