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 say so long You know, before that morning comes Just shine that crooked sun I'll be goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
