Side of the road, in the ditch, you rustnA mounthful of mud from a fistful of dustnA heart full of hurt from a head full of winenI'll call you back some other timennNo way I'm picking up my phonenI'm tired of talking, leave me alonenI can't run and I can't writenAnd I can't make it home tonightnnRollin', rollin', rollin'nGathering no mossnI don't know where I'm goin'nBut I know what I've lostnnTalk is cheap but music's cheapernDeep in debt and getting deepernThe price is steep and getting steepernI'm yours to keep, won't you keep me?nI'm a keepernnRollin', rollin', rollin'nGathering no mossnI don't know where I'm goingnBut I know what it costnnPretty people asking questionsn(I don't want answer you)nWhere'd you go? D'you learn your lesson?n(I put on my dancing shoes)nWho'd you meet and what'd you buy?n(Couple strangers, pair of jeans)nJust leave 'em hanging high and drynBye ByennRollin', rollin', rollin'nWith my imaginary friendsnImagining I know'emnThen it's time to roll againnnWhy so blue, tired and true?n(Just like that Irma Thomas song)nI'm tired of myself, not tired of youn(You've been gone Two Winter's Long)nThey say that good things come to those who rolln(Back to the place where you belong)nBack to someone beautifulnnRollin', rollin', rollin'nIt's time to get me gonenThe yellow lines are glowingnOh, highway roll me homen(Blacktop highway)nHighway roll me home