There's a Stone Around My Belly

There's a stone around my belly

Keeps me up at night

Makes me want to feed it

Makes me want to fight with the world

I got a heart full of darkness

I got a headache full of dreams

I got a lifetime of memories

I don't know what they mean to this world

Is there a place in this world for a dreamer

If dreaming were all he could bring?

Would you listen to a man

With a stone around his belly sing?

Now Jesus was a carpenter

This I do believe

He built his church without walls

And we brought him to his knees in this world

Now we lift our prayers to heaven

Up above the smog

Up above the satellites

Angels long for this world

Is there a place in this world for angels

Who would turn in their perfect wings

Just to walk down this road a lifetime

And sing a song for this world

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

There's a reason for the sadness

There's a reason for the song

I have reason to believe

That I won't be too long for this world

Sixty years, seventy-three if I am lucky

Take this stone, take this belly to a cabin in Kentucky

Push the stone up the mountain, watch the stone roll down

Roll the stone into a pickup truck and drive it into town

In the town I check my mailbox, find a letter from a friend

Who has hired a private eye to find out where the hell I've been

Well I've been up on the mountain, I've been rolling like a stone

Searching this whole world over for a place to be alone

Alone to see the sunsets and to count what I have lost

Alone to read aloud Walt Whitman and to look like Robert Frost