Stones and Shadows

They played on the jukebox—The Rolling Stones, In a bar where old time softly groans. A voice called out for ANGIE, low, Like a ghost from many years ago. She danced like HONKY TONK WOMEN do, In denim dreams and shoes so blue. He watched her move, UNDER MY THUMB, But knew her heart would never come. She vanished like a RUBY TUESDAY smile, Leaving shadows stretched mile after mile. He struck a match to PAINT IT BLACK, The past flared up and pushed him back. He rolled the dice—just TUMBLIN DICE, No faith in fate, no paradise. Yet through the dust, WILD HORSES came— And sang, YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT by name.