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 I'd sewn

So now I travel backwards looking for a man of stone



A foggy night, a neon light... I've seen him standing there

Movin' where the shadows creep––no he never did play fair

And one night I almost got him, but I knew you'd 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 captain's seat

And I've 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 Raven's Nest

Drinkin' bloody monkeys, your name tattooed on my chest

Sometimes I think of Juan or you––or sometimes I think of hime

And sometimes I don't think of anything but lookin' for (that's right) a man of stone