Rolling Home

Traveling Sunday

Is fine west of here

Most folks are staying at home

If you want to come on

You better meet me there

Cause I've got some country to own

With the short stops made for runnin

A big glass to let the sun in

And serve you in a real time movie

With the tracks point past the vulture

Straight out to counterculture

There's no other place to find me, then

On this rolling home

Time goes by so slow

I'd get off but it's my rolling home

The one of you gets in

Trouble right there

Is the other in chains by your side

But days have been lucky

There've been no cement floors

But don't bet it all we've got some time

Cause in the land of the moving suns

And moons that fly one by one

Provided shades don't shut against them

Cause in the mind of the sleepy eyed

And heavy armed and slumber tried

There's one spot never apprehensive

To go

On this rolling home

Time goes by so slow

I'd get off but it's my rolling home

Streaked streets all stand between

The fields that tuck you in

As you lay on a seat you claim to own

I'll never recall a single

Stranger friend

But inside I've never left my rolling home

So if your night's sleep's interrupted

Your sleep's dreams gets corrupted

By a steady rolling thunder

Or a day's drive gets delayed

A route you'd never take

>From now on you'll never have to wonder

On this rolling home

Time goes by so slow

I'd get off but it's my rolling home

On this rolling home

On this rolling home

On this rolling home

I roam