Disturbing the old times, the gift of science   Lots of back washing and sticks of paper   Sticks of paper lighting the way   If you find you don't know where you're going      It's in the bush, it's in the trees   I'm gonna run 'round there twice   It's too quick, it's too late   It's much too quick and it's far too late      I'm rolling away   And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away for the last time   And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away   Too many things left unsaid      And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away   Somebody here is talking   And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away   Somebody here is sober      Somebody here is older, Macbeth times 2   A lazy suit and bloody hands   Come taste your faith in every street   The sounds of money just kissed me in the face      My trousers aren't the right size, I go straight to pocket   Take one step up and back to business   My mind is closed so my body speaks   My mind is clothed, my body squeaks      And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away   And I'm facing my only true smile   And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away   Somebody there is calling      So I'm rolling away, the rolling away   A sound of time is talking   And I'm hauling away and I'm hauling away   This party here is too loud      Nobody knows what clothes they're wearing   Nobody knows which road is the white one   So here we go holding up the motion   You raise your hopes, you raise your chin      You raise your glass with nothing in it   It's a momentary lapse, a common habit   Support your faith with this party face and party pieces   And party faces, and party people with their powdered faces      Just, just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away   Just rolling   Ooh rain time, ooh rain time, ooh rain time