i m climbing up the stairs i m circling the waves the broken ceiling paint the broken windowpane o a smile would melt me to an asphalt strip where all would travel where all would tread and trip where all the rolling rollers roll and all the secret someones go and all the roving rovers ramble down my back down my track the horizon disappears like a windswept trail gone from wind and rain blurred like a charcoal stain smearing your face your shins are skinned again you can soak up my heat sweat your beaded jewels to the street where all the rolling rollers roll hey hey hey hey tell me did you make it to the show tell me what did you make of the drummer s hair tell me about the atmosphere tell me about the faces that greeted you there where all the rolling rollers roll