When days were still long and warm we knew another day was coming
and when the road beckoned us to escape, to ride far, far away
there was only one voice we heard, only one thing to do--
we listened...we rode and left the city far behind us
We knew, when the summer sun baked down on the highway
bringing up that smell of asphalt, old oil and gasoline;
Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band sang "Roll, roll me away…”
we knew a day would come to bring frigid winter winds
Even as we rode, the green fields rollin’ by turned to gold
the hills, as red as flame, on fire with autumn;
we knew—but it just didn’t matter
the road stretched out before us and we had to follow
“Somewhere along a high road, The air began to turn cold...”
Bob’s words fell away into that last warm October day
And we knew--felt the sting of cold on our faces--
still we wanted that last ride to last forever
Days before the first snow we rode our last for the year
the road begged and our hearts ached as the garage door closed
and the wind began to wail, then to howl and the snow came
I dreamed again of summer, and softly sang, "Roll, roll me away..."
(excerpted lyrics taken from "Roll Me Away" by Bob Seger.)
