Tracy Lawrence - Stones lyrics
[Tracy Lawrence - Stones lyrics]
Barely old enough, to call it love
Showin off, skippin rocks across, the water
Stones, I handed one to you
You put it in your pocket
Said you loved it, said you'd keep it
Forever, Stones
One by one, they mark our passage
Along this winding road we're on
With each turn we take
From the craddle to the grave
Our lives are paved with stones
A tiny velvet box
One perfect little rock
A little thing, just a ring
But it says marry me
Stones, we'll build ourselves a home
Where loves a corner stone
We'll have children, they'll have children
Untill they roll off on their own
Like stones
One by one, they mark our passage
Along this winding road we're on
With each turn we take
From the craddle to the grave
Our lives are paved with
Birth stones stepping stones
Skipping rocks, and dodging lots of
Sticks and stones
And I've been on both sides of throwing stones
Years are like the wind
Their here and gone and then
They'll blow away, our every trace
All except our names, engraved in
Stones
One by one, they mark our passage
Along this winding road we're on
With each turn we take
From the craddle to the grave
Our lives are paved with stones
Showin off, skippin rocks across, the water
Stones, I handed one to you
You put it in your pocket
Said you loved it, said you'd keep it
Forever, Stones
One by one, they mark our passage
Along this winding road we're on
With each turn we take
From the craddle to the grave
Our lives are paved with stones
A tiny velvet box
One perfect little rock
A little thing, just a ring
But it says marry me
Stones, we'll build ourselves a home
Where loves a corner stone
We'll have children, they'll have children
Untill they roll off on their own
Like stones
One by one, they mark our passage
Along this winding road we're on
With each turn we take
From the craddle to the grave
Our lives are paved with
Birth stones stepping stones
Skipping rocks, and dodging lots of
Sticks and stones
And I've been on both sides of throwing stones
Years are like the wind
Their here and gone and then
They'll blow away, our every trace
All except our names, engraved in
Stones
One by one, they mark our passage
Along this winding road we're on
With each turn we take
From the craddle to the grave
Our lives are paved with stones