Stoney breaks his stride and breaks his heart Stoney put the sickness in the jar Stores it in the darkest place he knows Sadly always keeping it in tow He sings, Am I ever to feel that free again? Am I ever to feel so light? Am I ever to feel that sweet again? Am I ever to feel alright, again? Stoney burns the leaves and hails the smoke Stoney holds the horn commands the stroke Parts the water with his finger tips All the while doubtful of the tightness of his grip He sings, Am I ever to feel that free again? Am I ever to feel so light? Am I ever to feel that sweet again? Am I ever to feel alright, again? Again. Am I ever to feel that free again? Am I ever to feel so light? Am I ever to feel that sweet again? Am I ever to feel alright, again?