Rolling Home Lyrics - Album 1700 - Peter, Paul & Mary

Truth, with all its far out schemes 

Let's time decide what it should mean 

Its not the time but just the dreams that die 

And sometimes when the room is still 

Time with so much truth to kill 

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 anybodys game 

Without ideas of gold or fame or insane heights 

I dont want a lot of money, I dont 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 dont know, I aint been told 

Evrybody wants a hand to hold 

Theyre 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 mirrors the only hole for them 

And for you whod exchange yourselves 

Just to be somebody else 

Pretending things you never felt or meant 

Hey, you dont live what you defend 

You cant give so you just bend 

Now if you care what people think 

Like they supplied some missing link 

Theyll just stand back and watch you sink so slow 

Theyll never help you to decide 

Theyll only take you for a ride 

After which theyll try and hide the fact that they dont know 

What you should do, where you should go 

What you should do, where you should go 

But I dont know, I ain't been told 

Everybody wants a hand to hold 

Theyre so afraid of being old 

So scared of dying, so unknown 

And so alone, rollin home 

Theres nothing big I want to prove 

No mountains that I need to move 

Or even claim whats 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 theyll do 

But for me, I think theyll 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 

Its just the strong, who ever says whats right 

But I dont know, I aint been told 

Evrybody wants a hand to hold 

Theyre so afraid of being old 

So scared of dying, so unknown 

And so alone, rollin home