Well, the pink parachutes, they come on slow
And some nights they just don't open at all
And you wait on the edge of the rise
She gave me blue kisses on the mesa top
And we were stoned and buried in the rocks
And all those empty miles

Just roll, roll away

They roll, roll away



She introduced me to a Peruvian queen

Said the best feel of all is not feeling a thing

And she pointed to a line in the stars

We sat at a piano with only white keys

It went on forever and never did lead

To nowhere and on into the dark

Where you roll, roll away

Where you roll, roll away



And oh, it's been a long time coming home

With that red moon sinking low

I'll say so long

You know, before that morning comes

Just shine that crooked sun

I'll be gone