Songtext Rock o' stone Kurt Vile

Rock o' stone

My poor heart was made into a rock o' stone
And I done done all that I could do
Late September can't come soon enough
Can practically taste them donuts on my tongue
But 'til then it's: "we grindin'"
Flyin' high and comin' down slow and
Here it comes

Rock o' stone

My poor heart was made into a rock o' stone
And I done done all that I could do
Is that the way it feels alone on the street?
Surrounded by strangers that could be your friend
If you would just... let 'em in
Here it comes

Rock o' stone

My poor heart's been made into a rock o' stone
And I done done all that I could do 'bout that, so
Laid down this song again in Athens, GA
Then the words came to me like
Poetry on the page
Then all along, down the line it's been: "we grindin'"
Flyin' high and comin' down slow and
Stumblin down onto a hypnotic groove and
Time floatin'
Slow revolution
Here it comes

Rock o' stone

On and on
On and on
On and on
On and on