rolling, rolling away

he's sitting on the porch
with a light in his hand
and the night on his back
he's rocking in the quiet
but will he ever learn
that she's not coming back

rolling, like a moon in the sky
he's here, and she's here
but he just don't know

he's walking down the tracks
of a one-way train
and the wind will soon be calling his name
he's tied himself
to the bridge of no return
and soon she will see his tears

rolling, a tear in the sky
he's here, and she's here
but he just don't know.. why

rolling, a design in the sky
he's here, and she's here
but he just don't know... why... why

he's crying his eyes
but the tears don't fall
they burn before the ground
he's drying his hands
near the furnace's coals
his words spoken without sound

rolling, a fire in the sky
he's here, and she's here
and he just don't know

rolling, or rolling away
he's here, and she's here
and he knows, he knows just why