Traveling Sunday
Is fine west of here
Most folks are staying at homeIf you want to come on
You better meet me there
Cause I've got some country to ownWith the short stops made for runnin
A big glass to let the sun in
And serve you in a real time movieWith the tracks point past the vulture
Straight out to counterculture
There's no other place to find me, thenOn this rolling home
Time goes by so slow
I'd get off but it's my rolling home
The one of you gets in
Trouble right there
Is the other in chains by your sideBut days have been lucky
There've been no cement floors
But don't bet it all we've got some timeCause in the land of the moving suns
And moons that fly one by one
Provided shades don't shut against themCause in the mind of the sleepy eyed
And heavy armed and slumber tried
There's one spot never apprehensiveTo go
On this rolling home
Time goes by so slow
I'd get off but it's my rolling home
Streaked streets all stand between
The fields that tuck you in
As you lay on a seat you claim to ownI'll never recall a single
Stranger friend
But inside I've never left my rolling homeSo if your night's sleep's interrupted
Your sleep's dreams gets corrupted
By a steady rolling thunderOr a day's drive gets delayed
A route you'd never take
From now on you'll never have to wonderOn this rolling home
Time goes by so slow
I'd get off but it's my rolling home
On this rolling home
On this rolling home
On this rolling home
I roam