(Oh Lord... it's dark down here...) The sun was high when the bullet hit my chest A burning sting, and then I failed the test I saw his boots, I saw the smoke arise Before the blackness covered up my eyes. He didn't say a word, he didn't say a prayer Just dragged my body to the hollow over there. And the stones are heavy, Lord, the stones are cold A secret story that will not be told I feel the weight of the earth upon my skin Paying the price for another man's sin. Can't move a finger, can't draw a breath Just listening to the silence... of my own death. I hear the wind blowing through the pines above I wonder if she's waiting, my only love Does she know I'm gone? Does she feel the chill? Or does she think I'm riding over the hill? The dirt is filling up the hole he made A shallow grave in the cool and quiet shade. The pain is fading, but the anger stays Counting the minutes, counting the days. And the stones are heavy, Lord, the stones are cold A secret story that will not be told I feel the weight of the earth upon my skin Paying the price for another man's sin. Can't move a finger, can't draw a breath Just listening to the silence... of my own death. No judge, no jury, no final plea Just the roots of the willow reaching down to me. One day the rain will wash the earth away And the sun will shine on my bones... on judgment day. And the stones are heavy, Lord, the stones are cold A secret story that will not be told I feel the weight of the earth upon my skin Paying the price for another man's sin. Can't move a finger, can't draw a breath Just listening to the silence... of my own death. So heavy... So cold... Don't forget me...
