The Stone

Johnny joined the army Signed up to fight the terrorists Now he can't put down the terrors in his mind He took a rank, took a belly full of bullet weight Now it takes a pint of gin to sleep at night He don't talk about what went down in the desert He just talks to the pictures on the wall You can cover up the smell with lilac and vinegar But his bones rattle when he talks Like he's livin in a grave Like he's dyin for a resurrection But there ain't a pill to kill the pain Ain't nobody gonna roll the stone away He's just holdin on He's just holdin on til he can let go Sally makes his coffee, measures out the medicine Still waitin on the VA on the phone Yeah she's been livin in his tomb since he came home from the Army She might as well be livin there alone They went to church last sunday and heard the story one more time About how the good lord he died and rose again Well the good lord must be missin Cause he sure as hell ain't listenin And every day gets harder to pretend Like she ain't livin in a grave Like she ain't dyin for a resurrection But there ain't a pill to kill the pain Ain't nobody gonna roll the stone away Yeah she's just holdin on Yeah she's just holdin on til she can let go Like they're livin in a grave Like they're dyin for a resurrection But there ain't a pill to kill the pain Ain't nobody gonna roll the stone away