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