Peter, Paul & Mary - Rolling Home lyrics

Truth, with all it?s far out schemes Let's time decide what it should mean It?s not the time but just the dreams that die And sometimes when the room is still Time with so much truth to k** Leaves you by the window sill so tied Without a wing, to take you high Without a clue to tell you why Now, I just want to keep my name, not bother anybody?s game Without ideas of gold or fame or insane heights I don't want a lot of money, I don't want a Playboy bunny Just a love to call me honey late at night In my arms, by my side, in my arms late at night But I don't know, I ain't been told Ev?rybody wants a hand to hold They're so afraid of being old So scared of dying, so unknown And so alone, rollin? home Well, I see the ones who crawl like moles Who for a front would trade their souls A broken mirror?s the only hole for them And for you who'd exchange yourselves Just to be somebody else Pretending things you never felt or meant Hey, you don't live what you defend You can't give so you just bend Now if you care what people think Like they supplied some missing link They'll just stand back and watch you sink so slow They'll never help you to decide they'll only take you for a ride After which they'll try and hide the fact that they don't know What you should do, where you should go What you should do, where you should go But I don't know, I ain't been told Everybody wants a hand to hold They're so afraid of being old So scared of dying, so unknown And so alone, rollin? home there's nothing big I want to prove No mountains that I need to move Or even claim what's right or true for you My sights, my songs are slightly charred You might think they miss their mark But things are only what they are and nothing new But for me, I think they'll do But for me, I think they'll do Well, I can see a king and queen, a beggar falling at my feet They all must see the same sad dreams at night Futility and senseless war, pit the rich against the poor While cause is buried long before the fight For what was wrong, for what was right It?s just the strong, who ever says what's right But I don't know, I ain't been told Ev?rybody wants a hand to hold They're so afraid of being old So scared of dying, so unknown And so alone, rollin? home