Well
The pink parachutes
They come on slow
And some nights they just don't open at all
And you wait on the edge of the rise
She gave me blue kisses on the mesa top
And 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 feel 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 and never did lead
To nowhere and on into the dark
Where you roll
Roll away
Where you roll
Roll away
And oh
It's been a long time coming home
With that red moon sinking low
I say so long
You know
Before that morning comes
Just shine that crooked sun
I'll be gone
