Rock o’ Stone

Lyrics: Kurt Vile Music: Kurt Vile My poor heart was made into a rock o' stone And I've done, done all that I can 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've done, done all that I can do Is that the way it feels alone on this street? Surrounded by strangers that could be your friends 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 about 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, ooh Rock o' stone All alone (Stone) All alone (Stone) All alone (Stone) All alone (Here it comes)