Lyrics Still Around - Scott H. Biram

Yeah, Go Ahead and throw me down
I might be broke
I'm still around
Break me down and grind me round
I'll be here if I'm being found

I am the weapon in your hand
I am the stone that drags you down
The rock on which you stand
I am the one who hangs around

Push me in the current I'll just soak a while
You find me down the river bed down about ½ mile
Find a way to get you back
Break the glass in your one horse shack
Might throw a train right off its tracks
But I'll be damned if I'll get cracked
Heaven knows I'm sinking down
Tired of things that won't be found
Buried deep within the ground
I was here before this god forsaken town

I am the weapon in your hand
I am the stone that drags you down
The rock on which you stand
I am the one who hangs around

Left here by the maker I have never sinned
Throughout all the ages I have always been
Broken down and stoic to the bitter end
I'm not trying to pretend
I'm not ever giving in
I've never been your friend
I'm just worn down by the wind

I am the weapon in your hand
I am the stone that drags you down
The rock on which you stand
I am the one who hangs around

I am the weapon in your hand
I am the stone that drags you down
The rock on which you stand
I am the one who hangs around