Lyrics

David was an old man
He lived on the outskirts of town
Everyday he?d march the streets
and he?d lay that good book down
But the people knew the story
Crazy David was old news
Goliath?s one-hit-wonder in shabby, worn out shoes

He?d say, I?m still picking up stones
Though I?m out here all on my own
These days may blow cold and empty
and I may feel so far from home
but I?m still picking up stones

The leaves wave like ribbons
on a humble graveside hill
A woman stoops to touch the words
and turns her collar to the chill
In her mind she?s still a child
placing pebbles on a stone
Longing for a mother?s touch
that was taken long ago

Mama, I?m still picking up stones
Though I?m out here all on my own
These days may blow cold and empty
and I may feel so far from home
but I?m still picking up stones

Skip a stone upon the water, just a kiss and then it?s gone
The ripples spread and run together but it never lasts too long
You could empty out a quarry trying to call that age-old bluff
Bend to pick another stone but it?s never quite enough

When Justice was a young man
his anger burned so bright
His mother cried for her restless son
as she sat home every night
On a rainy street Justice made a stand
and threw a stone of fear and rage
Now he wages war of a different kind
and lives his life inside a cage

He says, I?m still picking up stones
Though I?m out here all on my own
These days may blow cold and empty
and I may feel so far from home
but I?m still picking up stones
Picking up stones, picking up stones