Roll Call

Roll Call
 On a long and winding grey paved street
 Your breath the only friend
 Chattering others surrounding you
 You're going out again
 It's a laugh and a gas new crowd
 You tell yourself
 While buttoning up a new red shirt
 It's been a twenty years of doing this
 Just the same night into night
 Day into day
 with your preset mind
 Wake up with a preset mind
 With no self control
 And you decide to call the Roll Call
 Of the socialites who mortified
 Can't see as far as their next surprise
 Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night
 Believing that they're alive and well
 But if asked
 They have nothing to tell
 Except the words of a clashing rhyme
 I'll calmed and out of sync
 Even real sounds like a zero
 To a brain in lip sync
 Roll'
 On a long and winding grey paved street
 Your breath the only friend
 Chattering others surrounding you
 You're going out again
 It's a laugh and a gas new crowd
 You tell yourself
 While buttoning up a new red shirt
 It's been a twenty years of doing this
 Just the same night into night
 Day into day
 Forget your preset mind
 Roll to the end