I've seen a red door ,
I have to paint it black
I've busted at the seams
My minds begun to crack
I'm moving along,
Like a rolling Stone
Gathering no Moss on any side
Just moving on, wandering alone
It's funny how a rock can gather so much steam
Rolling down a steep hill into the stream
I guess it's true, when you're by yourself you can only focus on what's ahead
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
I've seen a red door ,
I have to paint it black
I've busted at the seams
My minds begun to crack
I'm moving along,
Like a rolling Stone
Gathering no Moss on any side
Just moving on, wandering alone
It's funny how a rock can gather so much steam
Rolling down a steep hill into the stream
I guess it's true, when you're by yourself you can only focus on what's ahead
