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 the 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 alive 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 sailor 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...