Roll It Over

I could give a hundred million reasons To build a baracade I blame it on the changing of the seasons The thoughts that I convey Doesn't make it alright It doesn't make it alright To roll it over my soul And leave me here Roll it over my soul Leave me here Look around at all the plastic people Who live without a care Try to sit with me around my table But never bring a chair Doesn't make it alright It doesn't make it alright To roll it over my soul Leave me here Roll it over my soul Leave me here To roll it over my soul Leave me here Roll it over my soul Leave me here To roll it over my soul Leave me here Roll it over my soul Leave me here