side of the road in the ditch you rust a mouthful of mud from a fistful of dust a heart full of hurt from a head full of wine ill call you back some other time no way im picking up my phone im tired of talking leave me alone i cant run and i cant write and i cant make it home tonight rollin rollin rollin gathering no moss i dont know where im goin but i know what ive lost talk is cheap but musics cheaper deep in debt and getting deeper the price is steep and getting steeper im yours to keep wont you keep me im a keeper rollin rollin rollin gathering no moss i dont know where im goin but i know what it cost pretty people posing questions whered you go dyou learn your lesson whod you meet and whatd you buy just leave em hanging high and dry bye bye rollin rollin rollin with my imaginary friends imagining i know em then its time to roll again why so blue tired and true im tired of myself not tired of you they say that good things come to those you roll back to someone beautiful rollin rollin rollin its time to get me gone the yellow lines are glowing oh highway roll me home highway roll me home