Skipping Stones

Going bad for down in the riverbend

Walking for miles, going so far away

Skipping on stones

Fish are biting hooks that I'm reeling in

Minds are wondering what's on the other end

Skipping on stones

So follow your own road

And you will find what you seek

And go down that old way to that old creek

Clear you mind

Rolling on the paper to my little cigarette

Minds are wondering, "What will I soon regret?"

Skipping on stones

Holding onto something that is too far gone

Wishful thinking, "Where did I go wrong?"

Skipping on stones

So follow your own road

And you will find what you seek

And go down that old way to that old creek

Clear you mind

So follow your own road

You will find what you seek

And go down that old way to that old creek

Clear you mind