Roll On Hills

Too bad your baby is crying
You're too busy with all those loose ends you are tying
Convince the world that he's not okay
So you can make your clean getaway

Roll on hills roll on hills
So old and so mean
In your harsh winter chill
You're so cold and so mean

Got a set of your momma's wings
Can't stay settled down for anything
You can run and you can lie
But you can't run fast enough to hide

Roll on hills roll on hills
So old and so mean
In your harsh winter chill
You're so cold and so mean

You gave no hints that you would leave
And those wounds you left will not bleed