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 thrill 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 say, "So long"
You know, before that morning comes
Just shine that crooked sun
I'll be gone

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Armando Saenz, Cameron Duddy, Jess Carson, Mark Wystrach