Lyrics:
Smoke fills the dreams of the live gone lonelyWait in line, pay the man you might seeJohn Barleycorn make his way among the dirty diamondsShared ground and common radarHonky tonks and biker barsFinding worth in this world from inside a rental carRoll on with the dreamers, believers in the steel eyed soulThe blessing is counted when the deal goes downSo on and on we rollLeft to chance or left undone, miles to go chasing the sunThe stones we throw always find us on the way downThe pace that changes each breaking of lightThis man made destructive might, they say love conquers allAnd every Don Quixote must have his dayRoll on with the dreamers, believers in the steel eyed soulThe blessing is counted when the deal goes downSo on and on we roll