Hearts Of Stone - Los Lobos

I travel down this lonely road

To see if I can pick me a rose

But all I find is a handful of thorns

In a place where blossoms should grow

Some hearts are made of stone

Some are cold, made of ice

Some beat all alone

Then there’s those made of steel

Ones that don’t even feel

Where are those hearts

Those hearts made of gold

I wandered down this lonely trail

Some twenty seven hours a day

But all I see are prints in the dirt

Where others tried to find their way

Some hearts are made of stone

Some are cold, made of ice

Some beat all alone

Then there’s those made of steel

Ones that don’t even feel

Where are those hearts

Those hearts made of gold

How far will I go

To leave these fears behind

Oh, let those tears go dry

Yeah, won’t stop until I can find

Oh, that heart of gold

Some hearts are made of stone

Some are cold, made of ice

Some beat all alone

Then there’s those made of steel

Ones that don’t even feel

Where are those hearts

Those hearts made of gold