Truth with all its foul schemes
lets time decide
But it should mean it ain't the time
but just the dreams that die
And sometimes when the
room is still time
The summer's truth to kill
leaves you by the window sill so tight
Without a wing, I take you high
Without a clue, I tell you why
I just wanna keep my name,
not bother anybody's games
Without ideas of gold or fame
or insane heights
I don't need a lot of money
I don't wanna play boy funny
Just a love to call my honey
Late at night in my arms
By my side, in my arms, late at night
Well, well, I don't know,
I ain't been told
Everyone is so alone
Everybody wants a hand to hold
They're so afraid of being old
They're scared of dying so alone
And so alone
We're rolling home
There's nothing big I wanna prove
No mountains that I wanna move
Or even say what's right or true for you
My sights, my songs are
slightly charred
You might feel I miss them
But things are only what they are
And nothing new but for me
I know they'll do
But for me I know they'll do
Well, if you care what people think
Like there was some missing link
They'll just stand back
and watch you sing slow
They'll never help you to decide,
they'll only take you on a ride.
Af ter which, they'll try and hide the fact that
they don't know what you should do,
where you should go,
what you should do,
where you should go.
Well, I don't know,
I ain't been told,
everyone is so alone,
everybody wants a hand to hold
I'm so afraid of being old,
I'm scared of dying
So unknown and so alone
We're rolling home
I can't claim to know my father
I've been looking for my brother
And I end up just another one
Fantasies and prophecies
Don't hit like falling leaves
While underneath I don't believe a one
Of what to do
Oh, it's been done
You can try to hide it, you can't run
Well, I can see a king and queen,
a beggar fallin'
At my feet they almost have the
same sad dream at night
Utility breach, senseless war
Pit the rich against the poor
While causes bear it, long for the fight
Oh, what went wrong?
Oh, what went right?
It's just a strong man with
a scissor's right
Well, I don't know,
I ain't been told
Everyone is so alone
Everybody wants a hand to hold
They're so afraid of being old
They're scared of dying so alone,
so alone
We're rolling home
We're rolling home
We're rollin' home
We're rollin' home