Throwing Rocks

Clear is the sky just like the dreams of youth Innocent lies that feed on guilty truth Flicking a cigarette you passed the buck Clean was the cut the day you wished me luck Standing alone I did so much better than you Nothing seems to be the way that used to be Strange how the shadows dance Every time I move the lid I 'm throwing rocks again And I 'm pissing against the wind Same kind of bullshit but a different game Shape of the things to come is not the same Days in my life you know are not so bad Beautiful flowers growing in the mud