Side of the road, in the ditch, you rust A mounthful of mud from a fistful of dust A heart full of hurt from a head full of wine I'll call you back some other time
No way I'm picking up my phone I'm tired of talking, leave me alone I can't run and I can't write And I can't make it home tonight
Rollin', rollin', rollin' I don't know where I'm goin' But I know what I've lost
Talk is cheap but music's cheaper Deep in debt and getting deeper The price is steep and getting steeper I'm yours to keep, won't you keep me?
Rollin', rollin', rollin' I don't know where I'm going
Pretty people asking questions (I don't want answer you) Where'd you go? D'you learn your lesson? (I put on my dancing shoes) Who'd you meet and what'd you buy? (Couple strangers, pair of jeans) Just leave 'em hanging high and dry
Rollin', rollin', rollin' With my imaginary friends Then it's time to roll again
Why so blue, tired and true? (Just like that Irma Thomas song) I'm tired of myself, not tired of you (You've been gone "Two Winter's Long") They say that good things come to those who roll (Back to the place where you belong) Back to someone beautiful
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