Roll on
Roll on
Everything you've ever touched is dead and gone
But still you roll
You keep rolling
Roll on
Turn to dirt
Turn to dust
Everything you've ever had is turned to rust
But still you roll
You keep rolling
Roll on
And I think you must have loved him
More than I could ever see
And you wore the scars like armor
Though the world could never see
Still you roll on
You keep rolling on
Cold hands
Stiff limbs
Everything you ever had wrapped up in him
But now he's gone
And you keep rolling
Roll on
Gentle voice
Simple touch
Those are the two things that you miss so much
But you roll
You keep rolling
Roll on
And I think you must have loved him
More than I could ever see
And you wore the scars like armor
Though the world could never see
Still you roll on
You keep rolling on
