[Verse 1]
Stones keep a-rollin'
The wind keeps a-dronin'
And gray-purple clouds stumble down from the mountain
The air smells of metal
A freeze is a-coming
Slow is the motion like a lone drum a-drummin'

[Verse 2]
A slow storms a-chasin'
But no use erasin'
Eyes to the low ground, and keep on a-pacin'
Daylight is pressin'
A long nights a-comin'
But slow is the motion like a lone drum a-drummin'