Truth, with all it?s far out schemes   Let's time decide what it should mean   It?s 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 anybody?s game   Without ideas of gold or fame or insane heights   I don?t want a lot of money, I don?t 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 don?t know, I ain?t been told   Ev?rybody wants a hand to hold   They?re 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 mirror?s the only hole for them   And for you who?d exchange yourselves      Just to be somebody else   Pretending things you never felt or meant   Hey, you don?t live what you defend   You can?t give so you just bend      Now if you care what people think   Like they supplied some missing link   They?ll just stand back and watch you sink so slow   They?ll never help you to decide      They?ll only take you for a ride   After which they?ll try and hide the fact that they don?t know   What you should do, where you should go   What you should do, where you should go      But I don?t know, I ain't been told   Everybody wants a hand to hold   They?re so afraid of being old   So scared of dying, so unknown   And so alone, rollin? home      There?s nothing big I want to prove   No mountains that I need to move   Or even claim what?s 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 they?ll do   But for me, I think they?ll 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   It?s just the strong, who ever says what?s right      But I don?t know, I ain?t been told   Ev?rybody wants a hand to hold   They?re so afraid of being old   So scared of dying, so unknown   And so alone, rollin? home