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 mason top We were stoned and buried in the rocks And all those empty miles 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