Roll Away (Like a Stone)

Oh, Erewhon, Erewhon
Hear that tiny violin?
For the love of God it's a quarter to ten
I can see through the glass from the outside looking in
Am I the only stiff working a job?

Oh, my favorite bar on electric avenue
On a good night would host just me and you
Yeah, and the jukebox would gently hum past two
When we weren't on a social clock

Now it's got some name with an ampersand
And the code word for the door you gotta scrawl on your hand
The locals they don't, they don't really wanna understand
All the new kids on the block, hey

Roll away, roll away like a stone
Even if it bothers you, lеave it alone
Wherеver you are, yeah, that's your home
Roll away, roll away like a stone

Yeah, our Venice hero moves away
Hello to the red dirt
Goodbye LA Freeway
He can see through the clear air from the outside looking in
Some cliche, no place like home

But the stares I get are the worst I've seen
Like I showed up on Easter dressed for Halloween
While they're mad at the bathrooms that went neutral last week
Yellin', "Go back to California, you atheist freak!"

Now they're mad at the folks like me movin' in
And the avocado toast is still fresh on their hands
The locals they don't really wanna understand
All the new kids on the block, hey

Roll away, roll away like a stone
Even if it bothers you, leave it alone
Wherever you are, yeah, that's your home
Roll away, roll away like a stone

Roll away, roll away like a stone
Even if it bothers you, leave it alone
Wherever you are, yeah, that's your home
Roll away, roll away

Roll away, roll away like a stone
Even if it bothers you, leave it alone
Wherever you are, yeah, that's your home
Roll away, roll away like a stone

Roll away, roll away like a stone
Roll away, roll away like a stone

Ladies and gentlemen
Please don't forget to tip your bartenders and waitresses
Right now we have Mr. Aaron Lee Tasjan on guitar



Credits
Writer(s): Butch Walker, Morgan Kirby
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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