The Stones of Midnight

Verse 1

Old Kathy keeps her water jug

Filling up a cracked blue mug

Walking stiff across the braided rug

Dragging feet behind her

Stabbing in the side tonight

Counting down to morning light

Clenching teeth with all her might

Pre-Chorus

She's tried the lemon juice

She's tried the tea

Pleading for a little bit of truce

Crying down on a bended knee

Chorus

Those stones are harder than the gravel road

Heavier than a harvest load

Waiting for the damn to break

Give her back the life they take

Small and mean

Burning white and sharp and clean

Pass on through the midnight dark

Leaving such a bitter mark

Verse 2

Staring at the bathroom tile

Waiting out every agonizing mile

Can't even manage half a smile

Checking on the clock

Heat pad pressed against her skin

Washed away by a medicine

Winder how the pain got in

Pre-Chorus

She's tried the lemon juice

She's tried the tea

Pleading for a little bit of truce

Crying down on a bended knee

Chorus

Those stones are harder than the gravel road

Heavier than a harvest load

Waiting for the damn to break

Give her back the life they take

Small and mean

Burning white and sharp and clean

Pass on through the midnight dark

Leaving such a bitter mark

Bridge

Maybe if she stays real still

Holding out for an iron will

Drink it down

Wash it down

One more glass until she's drowned

Chorus

Those stones are harder than the gravel road

Heavier than a harvest load

Waiting for the damn to break

Give her back the life they take

Small and mean

Burning white and sharp and clean

Pass on through the midnight dark

Leaving such a bitter mark