I’m climbing up the stairs   I’m circling the waves   The broken ceiling paint   The broken windowpane   O a smile would melt   Me to an asphalt strip   Where all would travel   Where all would tread and trip      Where all the rolling rollers roll   And all the secret someones go   And all the roving rovers ramble   Down my back, down my track…      The horizon disappears   Like a windswept trail   Gone from wind and rain   Blurred like a charcoal stain   Smearing your face   Your shins are skinned again   You can soak up my heat   Sweat your beaded jewels to the street      Where all the rolling rollers roll   And all the secret someones go   And all the roving rovers ramble   Down my back, down my track…      (Hey hey hey hey)      Tell me, did you make it to the show?   Tell me, what did you make of the drummer’s hair?   Tell me, about the atmosphere   Tell me, about the faces that greeted you there      Where all the rolling rollers roll   And all the secret someones go   And all the roving rovers ramble   Down my back, down my track…