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Let Your Troubles Roll By Lyrics - Indian Summer - Carbon Leaf

Love endures, it clings away 

When asked to leave, it begs to stay 

Like the perfect song at imperfect times 

It's the way the chords struck with the rhymes 

So let your troubles roll by 

 

He knows he can help himself 

He can tell by a look at the books on his shelf 

And someone, somewhere loses her son 

Before her own sunset is said and done 

 

And she dreams of sunflowers bent-over 

Frozen in the snow and thinks Colorado 

But then plays her life back in slow motion 

To keep in touch with that raw emotion 

 

In the night, crushed empty can 

Olive oil is waiting for her man 

To come in from the fight 

That will change their life for good this time 

 

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by 

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by 

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by 

Let your troubles roll by 

 

Like New Year's eve, tonight's underway 

But tomorrow you'll wake up afraid of the day 

'Cause underneath the scars of your broken dreams 

An undone war still wages and stings 

 

You fear the year will blow 

Like a breeze through a rainbow 

You swear it's there, but you can't grab a hold 

So you sit and cry and wonder why, why 

 

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by 

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by 

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by 

Let your troubles roll by 

 

So many cities and windows and lives 

And through each one there's a soul that strives to survive 

So pay no mind, my sorrow's fine 

The day is alive and that's why I cry 

 

It's a New Year's toast, grab your list to conspire 

The last snake hissed as he was thrown in the fire 

You've come far, and though you're far from the end 

You don't mind where you are, 'cause you know where you've been 

 

Like a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor 

Like a dead devil sailor washed up on the shore 

With nothing of note but the old captains coat 

And a burning boat, you just sank with your salty tears dry 

 

Let your troubles roll by 

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by 

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by 

Let your troubles roll by