Mike Stone

I was down last night, way out by the county plaques
With my two best pals on a hunt for the railroad tracks
We were lost, pitch black, turned back, I could not relax
Saw a cross on a hill and a chill rolled down our backs
Had a dream that night where I walked through a cider mill
The watchdog wouldn't bite, he was sleeping and lying still
I snuck up, tip-toed, with a cup I was trying to fill
But a light, just white, came on and the cider spilled
I woke up with an itch so I drove to another zone
I said, "I need a dish, I want something that sticks to my bones"
They said, "You look like you're Elvis," I felt like I was Mike Stone
Because my feelings are selfish, I want everything for my own