Stone's Throw

Twelve hours east On 1-40 unfolding before me Lost my wallet On the on-ramp Had to double back as the sky went black Wake up to the birds Oh, what a sound Welcome to the best part of this town Where you'll get along with Every stone you've thrown In anger There's a sound you can hear That thrill, that still That hummingbird's near And a crowd at the water It's cold, it's busy But life is broader Wake up to the birds Oh, what a sound Welcome to the best part of this town Where you'll get along with Every stone you've thrown In anger