Peter, Paul and Mary Rolling Home

From Album 1700 (1967) LYRICS: Truth, with all its far out schemes, Lets time decide what it should mean; It s not the time but just the dreams that die. And sometimes when the room is still, Time with so much truth to kill, Leaves you by the window sill so tied Without a wing, to take you high, Without a clue to tell you why. Now, I just want to keep my name, not bother anybody s game Without ideas of gold or fame or insane heights. I don t want a lot of money, I don t want a Playboy Bunny, Just a love to call me honey late at night, In my arms, by my side, in my arms late at night. Chorus: But I don t know, I ain t been told, Ev rybody wants a hand to hold. They re so afraid of being old, So scared of dying, so unknown And so alone, rollin home. Well, I see the ones who crawl like moles Who for a front would trade their souls, A broken mirror s the only hole for them; And for