Roll On

From a begging man
 To your father's friend
 And that cop who pulled me over on Beverly Grand
 I've had a famous man
 On his fire escape
 And countless dinner dates
 And a warm bed, well that's something
 But that alone just ain't enough
 So I roll on, roll on
 But it's just no fun
 When your heart belongs to a son of a gun
 A shooting rifle, a firing range
 I'm pistol-whipped, I'll never be the same
 But I love him, yes I do
 And he's gonna do what he's gonna do
 So I roll on, roll on
 When I knocked you down, you called my bluff
 You pushed me over, fair enough
 In high schools, hospitals, on holidays
 I've seen your face in every goddamn state
 My overdose, it was almost too late
 You said it aged you when you saw my face
 And a warm bed, well that was something
 And history's horse keeps on thumping
 And it rolls on, rolls on
 But it's just no fun
 When you hate the person you've become
 Bitter, lonely, and isolated, before I know it I'll be an old maid
 But I love love, yes I do
 Even when its weight cripples you
 It rolls on, rolls on
 I never loved that other man
 He's a fairy tale that I can't have
 And now I know how a fairy tale feels
 You wanna marry me, you say that I'm the real deal
 And I just don't know how I got stuck
 Guess there's muscle memory for love
 And if you try hard enough
 You might once again call my bluff
 Or you can roll on, roll on
 But it's just no fun
 When your happiness is on the run
 Jumping hurdles in life's 10k,
 It's a marathon and love's too late
 But a warm bed is as good as it gets
 Let's settle down and have a couple of kids
 And do like your parents did,
 Or we can roll on, roll on, roll on