Pocket Full of Stones

When wind beats hard
Against your window pane
And the trees have blown down
In the driving rain
And the last train's gone
And the station's closed

When the face you're seeing
In the mirror glass
Is a stranger to you
As you pinch yourself
As your blood runs cold
And your skin's turned blue

Turn up the collar of your coat
You're not alone
You're not alone
We're all in that same rocky boat
With a pocket full of stones
A pocket full of stones

So you stand proud and tall
Within and without
Look the world in the eye
There's no need to shout
Or jump up and down
So you can be heard

Turn up the collar of your coat
You're not alone
You're not alone
We're all in that same rocky boat
With a pocket full of stones
A pocket full of stones
A pocket full of stones

When the wind beats hard
Against your window pane
And the trees have all blown down
In the driving rain
And the last train's gone
And the station's closed

When the face you're seeing
In the mirror glass
Is a stranger to you
As you pinch yourself
And your blood runs cold
And your skin turned to blue

Turn up the collar of your coat
You're not alone
You're not alone
We're all in that same rocky boat
With a pocket full of stones
A pocket full of stones

Turn up the collar of your coat
You're not alone
You're not alone
We're all in that same rocky boat
With a pocket full of stones
A pocket full of stones
A pocket full of stones

Paul Thomas