Love endures, it clings away
When asked to leave, it begs to stay
Like the perfect song, at imperfect times

It's the way the chords struck with the rhymes
So let your troubles roll by...


He knows he can help himself
He can tell by a look at the books on his shelf


And someone, somewhere loses her son
Before her own sunset is said and done


And she dreams of sunflowers bent-over
Frozen in snow, and thinks 'Colorado.. ?'
But then plays her life back in slow motion

To keep in touch with that raw emotion
In the night, crushed empty can
Olive Oyle is waiting for her man

To come in from the fight
That will change their life
'For good this time...'


When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by


Like New Year's Eve, tonight's underway
But tomorrow you'll wake up afraid of the day
'Cause underneath the scars of your broken dreams

An undone war still wages and stings
You fear the year will blow
Like a breeze through a rainbow

You swear it's there, but you can't grab a hold
So you sit and cry and wonder why, why...


When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by

So many cities and windows and lives

And through each one there's a soul that strives to survive
So pay no mind, my sorrow's fine
The day is a live and that's why I cry

It's a New Year's toast, grab your list to conspire
The last snake hissed as he was thrown in the fire
You've come far, and though you're far from the end

You don't mind where you are, cause you know where you've been

Like a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor

Like a dead devil soldier washed up on the shore
With nothing of note but the ole' Capt.'s coat
And a burning boat you just sank with your salty tears...