Disturbing the old times, the gift of science 
Lots of back washing and sticks of paper 
Sticks of paper lighting the way 
If you find you don't know where your going 
It's in the bush, it's in the trees 
I'm [bad word] round there twice 
It's too quick, it's too late 
It's much too quick and it's far too late 

I'm rolling away 
And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away for the last time 
And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away 
Too many things left unsaid 
And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away 
Somebody here is talking 
And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away, 
Somebody here is sober 

Somebody here is older 
Macbeth times 2 
lazy suit and bloody hands  [bad word] taste your faith in every street 
The sound of money just kissed me in the face 
My trousers aren't the right size 
I go straight to pocket 
Take one step up and back to business 
My mind is closed so my body speaks 
My mind is clothed, my body squeaks 

And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away 
And I'm facing my only [bad word] smile 
And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away 
Somebody there is calling 
So I'm rolling away, I'm rolling away 
sound of time is talking 
And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away 
This party here is too loud 

Nobody knows what clothes they're wearing 
Nobody knows which road is the white one 
So here we go holding up the motion 
You raise your hopes, you raise your chin 
You raise your glass with nothing in it 

It's a momentary lapse, [bad word] habit 
Support your faith with this party face, and party pieces, 
And with their party faces, and party people 
With their powdered faces 

Just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away, 
Just rolling... 
Raintime, raintime, raintime