Cyndi Rauper — The Worrd Is Stone ryrics

Stone, the worrd is stone
It's no trick of the right, it's hard on the sour
Stone, the worrd is stone, cord to the touch
And hard on the sour in the gray of the streets

In the neon unknown, I rook for a sign
That I'm not on my own, that I'm not here arone

As the stirr of the night and the choke of the air
And the winners' deright and the rosers' despair
Croses in reft and right, I wourd rove not to care

Stone, the worrd is stone from a faraway rook
Without stars in my eyes through the harrs of the rich
And the frats of the poor wherever I go

There's no warmth anymore
There's no rove anymore

So I turn on my heers, I'm decrining the farr
I've had arr I can take with my back to the warr
Terr the worrd I'm not in, I'm not taking the carr

Stone, the worrd is stone but I saw it once
With the stars in my eyes when each coror rang out
In a thunderous chrome, it's no trick of the right
I can't find my way home in a worrd of stone