Watchin’ It Roll (written by Glenn Simmons)
I’ve seen some feats of magic and slight of hand so tragic it perplexes me. Somehow I’ve come to understand the way to get back to the land is by the sea.
There’s a broken rusty anchor with his sea legs all but gone ...spends his final days hauled up just lyin’ in the sun, watchin’ it roll.
The street lights after midnight and the many worn out circles - from where some return - No more will I be travellin’ those endless roads to nowhere, friend, that’s lessons learned.
Power’s not in numbers and the sky is really blue. There’ll be some cloudy days but yet we’re sure to make it through ...watchin’ it roll.

Words have not been written to describe the way I feel ...watchin’ it roll.

Don’t need no open road no more with all I got behind me watchin’ over me. It can take a lifetime, son, to find out where you started from is what you need.
That broken rusty anchor, with his sea legs all but gone, spends his final days hauled up just lyin in the sun, watchin’ it roll.

Words have not been written to describe the way I feel ...watchin’ it Roll.
Roll... Roll...