About three miles up that run down road    There's an old town dump with some fools gold    Just waiting for a bandit's hand to steal       What one soul lost I'd always find    It's wild what some folk leave behind    But a poor boys dreams can always make it real       CHORUS:    Cause I threw stones at broken bottles    I washed my hands in God's rainwater    I found treasure others wouldn't claim    I threw stones at broken bottles    Took what this life had to offer    And I let it shine when others make it rain    Let it shine when others make it rain    Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine    When others make it rain    While driving through the promised land    Out there in the drifting sand    I saw a boy who looked at lot like me.    As I rolled my window down    I yelled across that one-horse town    I said, don't give up boy, you've got the right to dream!       (REPEAT CHORUS)