It could have been a million years ago or maybe yesterday
I crawled out of this wilderness, a debt I had to pay
I must have tipped the scales somewhere way back
Never saw the seeds Id sewn
So now I travel backwards looking for a man of stone
A foggy night, a neon light... Ive seen him standing there
Movin where the shadows creepccno he never did play fair
And one night I almost got him, but I knew youd tapped my phone
And communication is dangerous, lookin for a man of stone
With juan in argentina I thought I saw him in the street
In a seaplane over hydra he sat in the captains seat
And Ive chased him from the colosseum down the spanish steps in rome
And history just gets hazy lookin for a man of stone
In the mornin out your I saw him leanin on a tree
Wearin a snappy suit of grey and then he motioned to me
He pointed with his finger, as if to say my soul he owned
But I had sold that long ago to you lookin for a man of stone
Now I sit in this burnt out barn they call the ravens nest
Drinkin bloody monkeys, your name tattooed on my chest
Sometimes I think of juan or youccor sometimes I think of hime
And sometimes I dont think of anything but lookin for (thats right) a man of stone