Pulled By the Weather

Words are a tool I've been trying to use Careful now I have healed And I have bruised I've been slinging my words Like a slack-jawed fool Slinging my words Just to hit you, brother But I won't hold on I won't hold on When you're pulled by the weather I'll just sing Fly on Don't let me keep ya Fly on If the winds got something it's got to teach ya Well you won't know the light Till you're burned by the sun You won't know the dark Till you dig underground I just sing Fly on Fly on When you're pulled by the weather Well there's a magic here If you'd only believe There' s a magic in and outside Everything that you see That makes me wonder Who are you And who am I? Well, I can see me there When I look deep into your eyes Well, could we hold on? Could we both hold on When we change with the weather? Or will we just sing Fly on Don't let me keep ya Fly on If the winds got something it's got to teach ya Well you won't know the light Till you're burned by the sun You won't know the dark Till you dig underground I just sing Fly on Fly on When you're pulled by the weather Well there's a letter hanging there About sixteen years old It's been bleeding as it hangs Its been screaming there on my wall Well I I took the money Now I earn my cash But I can't seem to make All these pennies stretch So I roll on and I roll on and I roll on But my days are numbered And I roll on and I roll on and I roll on But my days are numbered And I roll on and I roll on and I roll on But my days are numbered But my days are numbered But my days are numbered So I just roll on You and I We'll both roll on When we're pulled by the weather