Old Stone And A Ton Of Beef

Old stone and a ton of beef

A roaring fire and a country retreat

Ships sailing the empires seas

Is all that separates you and me.

Tunnel vision and reserved seats

Ego’s the size of old oak trees

Wigs, gowns, eccentricity

Inherent power and bigotry.

No confidence and no belief

An arm full of junk for a sense of relief.

Electric gates and the police chief

Is all that separates you and me.

Old Stone
Like A River
Paint Me A Picture
Our Way Always Man
Big Sun
Behind Curved Glass
Stanzas For Sail
I am The Rain
Live A Day

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