Roll Away - Midland

Well there are pink parachutes

That come on slow

And some nights

That just don’t open at all

And you wait on the edge of the rise

She gave me blue kisses on the mesa top

We were stoned and buried in the rocks

And all those empty miles just roll

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 it never did lead to nowhere

And on into the dark

We rolled

Rolled away

We rolled

Rolled away

And oh

It’s been a long time coming home

With that red moon sinking low

I say so long

And oh

Before that morning comes

To shine that crooked sun

I’ll be gone