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