The stones that you throw, Will circle back at you
Throwing rocks at the destitute, his heads turning blue
Thinking on the long way home, wondering if they're hurting me
Can't tell me if I'm wrong or right, can't you tell me!
You're sitting under the moon, your eyes resting too
Wondering what they're in it for, you hoped it was you
Thinking on the long way home, wondering if they're hurting me
Can't tell me if I'm wrong or right, can't you tell me!
The stones that you throw will circle back at you
Throwing rocks at the destitute, his head's turning blue
Thinking on the long way home, Wondering if they're hurting me
Can't tell me if I'm wrong all right, won't you tell me!