The Cold Heart Of The Stone - Peter Wolf

Green Street, full of memories

Wild hearts, doing what they please

I remember the funky old place where we used to stay

We played all night, we slept all day

We’d set 'em up, we’d shoot 'em down

There was something lost, there was something found

And it kept us going as we stood alone

In the cold heart of the stone

Boston, angels walkin' 'round

Blue nights, hearing every sound

And every night was like poetry

It always is when you’re runnin' free

The songs we sang used to float and hang

In the side street clubs you’d see anything

As we raced ahead for a world ahead

To the cold heart of the stone

Radio blast from the past

Can make you feel so alone

Time is a knife, it cuts up your life

It cuts up your life and it’s gone

Every night was a Fool’s Parade

We’d get so lost in the plans we made

We’ll crack it up, we’ll break it down

We’ll feel the fire burnin' up the town

And we’ll lift it all right down to the bone

To the cold heart of the stone

To the cold heart of the stone

To the cold heart of the stone

To the cold heart of the stone