Let It Roll
John Eichenseer, Carla Bozulich
After this emptiness
In the stories I've told
Take my soul, roll it in easy
Let it roll into the empty
I dreamt you cut the rope
Blew my lungs full of hope
Don't bring me back this time
Let it roll
This time, how long will it last?
I won't lift my pen
I won't talk about the past
Not ever again
There's dirt under the table
And an oven's burning glow
The wheel is slowly grinding
Let it roll
Turning for the number
Spinning down the tiny hill
Flat above the earth
It's a [?] going somewhere still
Shining from beneath the cracks
And pushing me out to grow
Upon the hill, let go your will
Let it roll