Georgia Clay - Peter Himmelman

Sticks and stones, blood and bones

in the fallen light

the hornbeams shed their leaves

as the dusk gives way to night

Gravity is pullin' on me

like a ball and chain

The thunder cloud’s a funeral shroud

and it ain’t givin' up no rain

look upon me with mercy

I have lost my way

look upon me with mercy

i traded diamonds for a lump of Georgia clay

damn, ambition--it's a young man’s game

I’m fueled by another thing now,

but I do not know its name

I feel yanked along,

compelled by an unseen force.

Mostly dodging bullets

and trying to stay on course

look upon me with mercy

I have lost my way

look upon me with mercy

i traded diamonds for a lump of Georgia clay

Tried to call your number but my battery’s dead

I was going to drop you a line but its all better left un-said

After all if I made that call

How could I explain

The vaguest of sensations

Is just blain on the edge of my brain

look upon me with mercy

I have lost my way

look upon me with mercy

i traded diamonds for a lump of Georgia clay