Words are a tool I've been trying to use
Careful now
I have healed
And I have bruised
I've been slinging my words
Like a slack-jawed fool
Slinging my words
Just to hit you, brother

But I won't hold on
I won't hold on
When you're pulled by the weather

I'll just sing
Fly on
Don't let me keep ya
Fly on
If the winds got something it's got to teach ya
Well you won't know the light
'Till you're burned by the sun
You won't know the dark
'Till you dig underground

I just sing
Fly on
Fly on
When you're pulled by the weather
Well there's a magic here
If you'd only believe
There' s a magic in and outside
Everything that you see
That makes me wonder
Who are you
And who am I
Well I can see me there
When I look deep into your eyes
Well could we hold on
Could we both hold on
When we change with the weather

Or will we just sing
Fly on
Don't let me keep ya
Fly on
If the winds got something it's got to teach ya
Well you won't know the light
'Till you're burned by the sun
You won't know the dark
'Till you dig underground

I just sing
Fly on
Fly on
When you're pulled by the weather
Well there's a letter hanging there
About sixteen years old
It's been bleeding as it hangs
Its been screaming there on my wall
Well I
I took the money
Now I earn my cash
But I can't seem to make
All these pennies stretch

So I roll on and I roll on and I roll on
But my days are numbered
And I roll on and I roll on and I roll on
But my days are numbered
And I roll on and I roll on and I roll on
But my days are numbered

But my days are numbered
But my days are numbered
So I just roll on
You and I
We'll both roll on
When we're pulled by the weather