Rolling On Half Alive

You packed light taking all you were given When I took your call you said you'd be gone You said the red leaves mean the trees are tired of living But from what I see it just means life keeps rolling on So I roll along But that ain't like you though There's fire in your bones You know when I weigh it all Hell I'm on your side Rolling on half alive It's nine to five working down by the river It's a steady job and it keeps the house lights on A straw man least of all of the sinners Inherits everything and leaves it to his sons And so we roll along