roll away

well there are pink parachutes, that come on slow, and some nights, that just don't open at all, and you wait on the edge of the rise, she gave me blue kisses on the mesa top, we were stoned and buried in the rocks, and all those empty miles just roll, just roll, roll away, they roll, roll away, she introduced me to a peruvian queen, said the best thrill of all is not feeling a thing, and she pointed to a line in the stars, we sat at a piano with only white keys, it went on forever it never did lead to nowhere, and on into the dark, we rolled, rolled away, we rolled, rolled away, and oh, it's been a long time coming home, with that red moon sinking low, i say so long, and oh, before that morning comes, to shine that crooked sun, i'll be gone