Traveling Sunday  Is fine west of here  Most folks are staying at home    If you want to come on  You better meet me there  Cause I've got some country to own    With the short stops made for runnin  A big glass to let the sun in  And serve you in a real time movie    With the tracks point past the vulture  Straight out to counterculture  There's no other place to find me, then    On this rolling home  Time goes by so slow  I'd get off but it's my rolling home    The one of you gets in  Trouble right there  Is the other in chains by your side    But days have been lucky  There've been no cement floors  But don't bet it all we've got some time    Cause in the land of the moving suns  And moons that fly one by one  Provided shades don't shut against them    Cause in the mind of the sleepy eyed  And heavy armed and slumber tried  There's one spot never apprehensive    To go  On this rolling home  Time goes by so slow  I'd get off but it's my rolling home    Streaked streets all stand between  The fields that tuck you in  As you lay on a seat you claim to own    I'll never recall a single  Stranger friend  But inside I've never left my rolling home    So if your night's sleep's interrupted  Your sleep's dreams gets corrupted  By a steady rolling thunder    Or a day's drive gets delayed  A route you'd never take  >From now on you'll never have to wonder    On this rolling home  Time goes by so slow  I'd get off but it's my rolling home  On this rolling home  On this rolling home  On this rolling home  I roam